Lyrics

Growing up in the summers
I'd stay at the grandparents' house
Pop did something or other
But he did well for himself

I'd sprint through the front door
Kick off my shoes at my brother
We'd run out that back porch
Make a b-line for the water

But lake water ain't sweet
Memories are just as well
Life ebbing with the breeze
In the lakeside of the south

Big place in the middle of nowhere
You scream and laugh so loud
Learning the value of a dollar
Chopping wood to warm the house

And when that sun set quickly
We’d throw our tools in the shed
Feel our way back to their home
And heaven knows we were fed

But lake water ain't sweet
Memories are just as well
Life ebbing with the breeze
In the lakeside of the south

And I'd run through those woods
I'd find the tree to pick my orange
Tuck it safely in my new old jeans
Ankle deep from the shore