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Sitting around stories told Talking about days of old Hunting, fishing and good times Busting bottles. Stealing signs Starry night is made of gold Warm Campfires and Coors lite Makes for a fabulous night Crispy Fritos and bean dip Great ideas and good tips All relaxed, no ones up tight Pack of coyotes begin to sing Who knows what the dark night might bring My wife gives me a sly wink Mountains blue, I get a drink feel just like a sitting king Shining stars in the night sky Satellites that fast fly by Meteorites trailing fast They just never ever last Hell of a time that's no lie
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
Campfires and Coors Lite
Sitting around stories told Talking about days of old Hunting, fishing and good times Busting bottles. Stealing signs Starry night is made of gold Warm Campfires and Coors lite Makes for a fabulous night Crispy Fritos and bean dip Great ideas and good tips All relaxed, no ones up tight Pack of coyotes begin to sing Who knows what the dark night might bring My wife gives me a sly wink Mountains blue, I get a drink feel just like a sitting king Shining stars in the night sky Satellites that fast fly by Meteorites trailing fast They just never ever last Hell of a time that's no lie
jed-johnson
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
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