Lazy River Memories

Down where the Green River bends through the clay

McLean County's waking up to the day

With a hand-me-down rod

and a rusted old tin

Just wishing that I could go casting again

Oh, Papaw, the water is glassy and still

The mist is still rising on Livermore hill

I'm holding the line

that you taught me to throw

But the hardest part

is letting you go (mmmmm)

I found your old tackle box under the seat

With the flathead jigs that you said couldn't be beat

Now I'm sitting alone

on this old wooden pier

Still listening for your voice in the air

Oh, Papaw, the water is glassy and still

The mist is still rising on Livermore hill

I'm holding the line

that you taught me to throw

But the hardest part

is letting you go (oh,

I miss you so)

Still fishing these waters...

(just like we used to do)

McLean County keeps rolling on