Whitey’s Fish Camp
Lyrics by James Steele, Music generated by style prompts in Suno ai ©2024
[Verse 1]
Resting by the river, sunrise in the sky,
Remy’s cookin’ breakfast, and supplies are running dry.
We’ve got seven miles to paddle, with the current on our side,
Gonna meet an old friend, where Osceola Spring resides.
[Chorus]
Whitey’s Fish Camp on the river
It’s time to resupply
Get ourselves a catfish dinner, talk about old times
Whitey’s weathered smile and straw hat on his head,
Warned us of the thunderstorm and poachers up ahead
[Verse 2]
Whitey’s got a story, from the good ol’ days,
Living off the grid in a self-sufficient way.
Built himself a homestead where he planned to remain
But lost it for a highway under eminent domain
[Chorus]
Whitey’s Fish Camp on the river
It’s time to resupply
Get ourselves a catfish dinner, talk about old times
Whitey’s weathered smile and straw hat on his head,
Warned us of the thunderstorm and poachers up ahead
[Instrumental solo]
[Bridge]
A flash of lightning lights the sky,
Eight miles ahead, the storm rolls by.
But we’re pushin’ through, ‘cause time won’t wait,
There’s a secret on the river, and the truth holds our fate.
[Chorus]
Whitey’s Fish Camp on the river
It’s time to resupply
Get ourselves a catfish dinner, talk about old times
Whitey’s weathered smile and straw hat on his head,
Warned us of the thunderstorm and poachers up ahead
[Fade out]
