Camp lyrics by Payton Smith
Daddy said we need a place to go,
get away and take it slow,
a piece of land for the kids to grow up on.
I remember rolling through the gate,
downhill looking at that place,
I must have been about seven or eight years old.
I jumped out of that truck as fast as I could,
ran up ahead and thought, I’m clean of these woods.
It was four wheels and big green tractors,
muck boots and deer stand ladders,
out the door at dawn, with all that car camo on.
Campfires and firefly catching,
six bunks and a little cabin,
a lot of things that made me who I am.
On that hundred acre memory maker, far from the city, Mississippi camp.
On the walls my first deer, is where I had my first beer.
Mama cried all them tears when she called me.
Where I learned to love the dirt,
where I went with heartbreak hurt,
where a love for country music called me.
Four wheels and big green tractors,
muck boots and deer stand ladders,
out the door at dawn, with all that car camo on.
Campfires and firefly catching,
six bunks and a little cabin, a lot of things that made me who I am.
On that hundred acre memory maker, far from the city, Mississippi camp.
It’s never been the place that we call home,
but it’s always been a part of me, and a part of me belongs.
With four wheels and big green tractors,
muck boots and deer stand ladders,
out the door at dawn, with all that car camo on.
Campfires and large mouth catching,
nothing’s changed but the little cabin,
a lot of things that made me who I am.
On that hundred acre memory maker, far from the city, Mississippi camp.
Oh, that camp.