Kimball Lake Creed

(hummmm) Tents pitched down by Kimball shore

Pines standing tall

just like years before

Cast iron skillet over red-hot coals

Wash all the worry right out of our souls (yeah)

Watch that smoke rise up through the trees

Old wooden dock

swinging in the breeze

Hands full of river stone,

hearts full of pride

Nothing but family sitting side by side

Down at Kimball Lake

Kids skipping rocks till the water goes still

Cousins laughing hard on the red clay hill

Passing round a flask as the dusk settles down

Miles away from that noisy town (ahhh)

Watch that smoke rise up through the trees

Old wooden dock

swinging in the breeze

Hands full of river stone,

hearts full of pride

Nothing but family sitting side by side

Down at Kimball Lake

(right by that water,

yeah)

Embers burning low in the sand

Good times held in a weathered hand

Down at Kimball Lake (hummmm)