I remember a time
when we’d sit on the creek bank,
With a jug of homemade BlackBerry wine.
An old beat up epiphone
Singing our silly songs
Till the sun would rise over the tree tops.
Those times are gone,
And I’m sitting on a porch now.
Remembering the times
when wine was cheap,
And you by my side.
pounding on an old bucket,
And me with my red hollowbody epi.
Yeah when the wine was cheap.
Life was a lot simpler.
Smyon-Pa 