Backwards Bonfire Night

We pitched a tent by the creek's edge. Cool water runnin', sky burnin' red.

Pulled a six-pack from the ice chest. Laughed 'bout the lives we ain't

lived yet. The crickets sang, the fire popped. Time stood still, but the lies

didn't stop. Backwards bonfire night. Drinkin' beer 'neath the starry lights. Tellin' tall tales

'bout the one that got away. Laughin' so hard, tears rollin' down our face.

It don't get better than this, my friend. Let's do it all over again.

You said you wrestled a gator down in Mobile. I said I kissed a preacher's

daughter for real. We both knew it was a load of bull.