When me and Six-String found the right road
We’d stitched together a whole routine
Find a campsite, let the tailgate down
As close as we could get to a gurglin’ stream
Buddies sittin’ back, living the dream - until evening came rollin’ around
North of the Sun, givin’ how steady we’d go
Two souls ready for natures next show
That glow in-between, day, before night
When florescent light might surprise the eyes
How quickly it fades to bow goodbye
So, stars may take their nautical, nocturnal turn
And start…passage across the sky
There’s a formula I read once; I cannot remember where…
Should two legs and four legs simply agree
Forming a friendship - letting it be
It can last a lifetime and then some too
If memories count like old photographs do
Recording a smidgeon of past
Sure, as shootin’ we both had a blast
Maybe we should become a trio?
Six–String wagged his bushy tail
So, I nicknamed my guitar - Dawgster MaGee
My ancient blue pick-up responded to Clem
We camped and drove and camped again
Wherever music felt good to play
Folks said they were often carried away
From whistles, strums, or accent barks
There by the fire with cracklin’ sparks
Me and Six-String and Dawgster MaGee
North of the Sun, givin’ how steady we’d go
Two souls ready for natures next show
That glow in-between, day, before night
When florescent light might surprise the eyes
Then quickly fades to bow goodbye
So, stars may take their nautical, nocturnal turn
And start…passage across the sky