The campfire burns and the coals are glowing,
stories and laughter as the drinks are flowing,
Canadian Mist mixed with 7-up
or Dr. Pepper and Fireball fill up our cups.

Leaning back in our chairs, looking up at the sky,
seeing the stars and satellites fly by,
Pleiades, Orion, the Big Dipper and Taurus,
the coyotes starting a countryside chorus.

Shadows dance in the flickering light,
turn off the lantern, let's enjoy the night,
a moving red light darts through the trees,
the distant highway can be heard with the breeze.

Mesquite leaves crackle, as they burn up fast,
our time at the deer lease never seems to last,
one final hunt, and were done in the morning,
will be back for spring turkeys, this is their warning.