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Nov 2015
The work was done
Everyone knew the plan
And where to meet
We'd cash our checks
Fill our coolers
And head to the woods
Good friends
Warm fire
Cold beer
Life was simpleΒ Β 
Life was perfect

Now all I have is the memories
The friends are around its me that left
The woods are there
But life moved to the house

But not for me
For me life went away
Away from the woods
From my friends
My warm safe fire
And cold sweet beer

Life went away from it all
I went where the wind took me
Now I go were my country wants me

I miss the woods
I miss my friends
I miss my girl cuddled under my arm
I miss the jokes
I miss the smoke

I miss the woods
The Drunken Oracle
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The Drunken Oracle  26/Tennessee
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