Life is Just a Tire Swing Lyrics

I remember the smell Of the creosote plant When we had to eat on Easter With my crazy old uncle and aunt
The lived in a big house Antebellum style And the wind would blow across the old bayou When I was a tranquil little child
Life was just a tire swing Jambalaya is the only song I could sing Blackberry picking, eating fried chicken Never knew a thing about pain Life was just a tire swing
In the early summer My folks packed me off to camp Me and my cousin Baxter And out pup tent with a lamp
But in a few days Baxter went home And 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 could sing Chasing after sparrows with rubber tipped arrows Knowing, I could never hurt a thing Life was just a tire swing
And I've never been West of New Orleans or East of Pensacola My only contact with the outside world Was an RCA Victrola
Then Elvis would sing And then I'd dream about expensive cars Who would have figured, that twenty years later I'd be rubbing shoulders with the stars Life is just a tire swing
In the early morning, on an Illinois road I fell asleep at the wheel But was quickly waken up By a Ma Bell telephone poll
A bunch of Grant wood faces screaming Is he still alive? But through the window I could see it hanging from the tree And I knew that I had survived
Life is still a tire swing Jambalaya is the best song I can sing Blackberry picking, eating fried chicken Though, I finally learned a lot about pain Life is just a tire swing