Campfire Swagger

(one, two, three, let's go!)

Packed the cooler, threw the tent in the back

Dust is kicking up along the gravel track

Left the heavy worries sitting on the floor

We're heading for the trees where we don't care no more

(let's go)

Sun goes down, the sparks begin to fly

Everybody's laughing under the wide open sky

Around the fire, we're singing out loud

No fancy city, just our own little crowd

Raise up a glass to the stars up above

This is the good-time life we love (hey!)

Someone brought a fiddle,

someone's off key

But nobody's complaining under the oak tree

Smoke in our eyes,

dirt on our boots

Just a bunch of wild branches clinging to the roots

(sing it!)

(yeah! play it!) Around the fire,

we're singing out loud

No fancy city, just our own little crowd

Raise up a glass to the stars up above

This is the good-time life we love

(hey! hey!)

Yeah, this is the good-time life...

(one more time around the fire)