Back in the swamp,
deep in the woods,
take me to memories,
long gone by.

Wading the edges,
the river water flows,
tadpoles and moccasins,
swim on by.

Bullfrogs and dragonflies
battle in the evening,
underneath the rope
of an old tire swing.

Well cities have gotten to me,
fast paced lies and artificial people,
need to rest and rest my mind,
the river will do it every time.

Old cane pole and a night crawler,
a fifth of Jack and a Coleman lantern,
a basket full of catfish, swirling,
take me home to Green River.