Chorus:
It was beautiful we were camping down by the riverside in the summertime.
Getting funkified
we would sing our songs by the fireside in the moonlight.
In the morning fog we were catching fish off a mossy log with a shaggy dog.
I can only say we we were making music in memory of an escapade.

DLux's Verse:
Hanging out in my collapsible chair
hoping Aron doesn't snake it as I grab another beer. Gotta keep the cooler near as I spot another deer blinded by the smoke of the fire can't steer.
Hope I don't fall in cuz I got no reception on my cellular phone
already learned that lesson.
Nobody's stressin'
Dustin's on a quest and Jestin just made a disgusting suggestion.

Dustin's Verse:
Never could I pick a better place to be
with blue skies and trees and my families under canopies
but the answer be's another can of beans and we're dancing free.
I got dirt on my hands and knees and I brought enough ice for the cans to freeze.
And we know we shouldn't do it but we're hacking trees and now the summertime vacation is a masterpiece.

Bridge:
Underneath the stars again this life could never end. I hear the rivers song I'll stay this way until the end. This is how my life should be surrounded by the trees.
I wish we all could live among the mountains and be free.

Aron G's Verse:
The river's cold as sin but I'm hot as hell
tried to cross the river on a log and fell
but you know I still made it to the other side
I turned around and started waving to the other guys.
I said maybe I got a bit of a scrape and bruise
but I can fix it with a little bit of dank and booze
and I'll be thanking you for helping me feel better and for hooking it up cuz I forgot my sweater.
You know me Little Ol' G tried to climb to the top but you chopped my tree
I lied to the cop just to mock and cheese
this dime don't drop from the top with ease.
I'm constantly one of the top three
when it comes to drinking wobbly pops and getting sloppy.
Not me I wouldn't do that oh yeah you're right I would yo true that.

Chorus:
It was beautiful we were dancing down by the riverside it was summertime.
Getting funkified we would sing our songs by the fireside in the moonlight.
In the morning fog we were catching fish off a mossy log with a soggy dog.
I can only say we we were making music in memory of an escapade.