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Remember when we’d sit around an ol’ fire
And you’d whip your guitar out to sing
We’d sing CCR, Jersey Giant, Don’t Look Back in Anger, or anything by Bruce Springsteen
Back when ol’ Anna would throw her ol’ hands up with her face framed by the fire
It’d get so late we’d take hits from a joint mistake shooting stars for telephone wire
Now I’ve grown partial to having a heart full of memories that I can’t bare
Them girls in summer clothes and Lord knows the soft scent of her dark long river washed hair