Life Is Just a Tire Swing

I remember the smell of the creosote plant

When we'd have to eat on Easter

With my crazy old uncle and aunt

They lived in a big house, antebellum style

(Antebellum)

And the wind would blow, across the old bayou

And I was a tranquil little child

Life was just a tire swing

"Jambalaya" was the only song I couldn't sing

Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken

And I never knew a thing about pain

Life was just a tire swing

In a few summers, my folks packed me off to camp

Yeah, me and my cousin Baxter

In our pup tent with a lamp

In a few days, Baxter went home

And he left me by myself

But I knew that I'd stay

It was better that way

And I could get along without any help

Life was just a tire swing

"Jambalaya" was the only song I couldn't sing

Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows

Knowin' I could never hurt a thing

Life was just a tire swing

(Tire swing)

And I never been West of New Orleans

Or East of Pensacola

My only contact with the outside world

Was an RCA Victrola

And Elvis would sing

And then I'd dream about expensive cars

And who would figure, twenty years later

I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars

Life was just a tire swing

Then the other morning on some Illinois road

I fell asleep at the wheel, but was quickly wakened up

By a Ma Bell telephone pole

And a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming "Is he still alive?"

Through the window, I could see it

Hangin' from a tree

And I knew that I had survived

And life is still a tire swing

"Jambalaya" is the best song I can sing

Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken

But I finally learned a lot about pain

Life is just a tire swing

(Tire swing)

Life was just a tire swing

(Tire swing)

Life was just a tire swing

(Tire swing)

Life was just a tire swing

(Tire swing)