Lyrics: Carney's Lake

Fishing with the fiddle at the old man's place.
Hooking big and little out at Carney's Lake.
The White Rock Flood hadn't hit us yet.
Big John's stroke hadn't took his legs.

Whistle overhead...the rockets shake...exploding greens and reds in soft cascades.

Fussing with the signal on my grandpa's set.
Indians and armies flicker while we rest.
The Main Street bust hadn't hit us yet.
Pa's poor heart hadn't quit just yet.

The trees bend deep to the woods.
The wild eyed boy found his soul.
Soil ain't dirty when it's mixed with work.

Soul ain't worth a penny when it's got no hope.
Wishing, praying, dreaming that our bellies grow.
Edmund Junior's Grocery hadn't been closed yet.
The Town Hall scandal hadn't been broke yet.

The wind blows soft in the house where I was raised lost it's walls.
The smell of spring fills the halls; halls I remember at Carney's Lake.

Fishing with the fiddle at the old man's place.
Waiting for a smile from the old man's face.
The love of another hadn't took him yet.
The scent of his wife hadn't left him yet.

Whistle overhead...the rockets shake...exploding greens and reds in soft cascades.

Halls that I remember out at Carney's Lake...hooking big and little out at old man's place. The White Rock Flood hadn't hit us yet. Pa's poor heart hadn't quit just yet.

Whistle overhead...the rockets shake...exploding greens and reds in soft cascades.