field day

Take me back to the old fire pit

Heavy in the hammock

Our feet all hangin sunburnt and muddy

Every June into September

Do you still remember?

Would you pick me first for your team on

Field day, field day, field day

Catch, sucka

Field day, field day, field day

I'll race you there

After dark we can play night spies

Catch a jar of fireflies

Sneak otta back of the cabin

Chase me down into the river

The water painted silver

Wake up in the mornin all cool for

Field day, field day, field day

Catch, sucka

Field day, field day, field day

I'll race you there

The slant of your back when you skinny dip

The touch of the moon off your skinny ribs

Sit with me in the old fig tree

I remember that you liked me

Tomorrow will I see you on the green

The scent of sunscreen on your skin

The taste of sweat on your upper lip

The wind on my shins when we ride your bike

Ride me to field day one last time

Field day, field day, field day

Catch, sucka

Field day, field day, field day, field day