1988

I was born near a clear lake where people don't get sad

Oh I'd love to go back to those days

There's some yards, miles away, kinda lost on the hillside

Where I proudly learned to be a grown man

In nineteen eighty-eight tries were always learnings

And hearts truly full of sunrays, I can tell you that

There we fight fo every dollar, folks only hate hassle

As the old Tyler used to say, you know, there's only one home

I miss blue lakes, I miss big oaks

Man it was a humble and a plain life

There we get rid of the overflow

Oh dear I hope it forever stays that way

That I never lose my taste for

The fragrance of damp wood restin' on the shore

In nineteen eighty-eight old ones got brown hard hands

Shaped by coal and scars that held real gemstones

In Tyler's Silverado drivin' to the Sessile Oak

Buildin' stories in the stream, every season felt sweet

I grew on the slopes at the edge of the forest

Where there's never any rush, only sap on fingers

I've never really known what's special 'bout this place

It's my one and only home, now I gotta miss the rust

And I freakin' miss blue lakes, I miss big oaks

Man it was a humble and a plain life

There we get rid of the overflow

Oh dear I hope it forever stays that way

That I never lose my taste for

The fragrance of damp wood restin' on the shore

I was born near a clear lake where people don't get sad

Oh I'd love to go back to those days