Fact Not Fiction - Chandler's Ferry lyrics

The wind on my face, I've got a fresh pack of cigarettes. Below the rocks we've got a tent. Bring the alcohol By 2am, we're gone The night is calling me. All the things we carry Down to Chandler's Ferry All the things we carry Down to Chandler's Ferry The Water is warm I think I see an opening The night draws near It brings the lantern to life. A brown haired girl Sitting beneath the trees On here knees. A brown haired girl Sitting beneath the trees On here knees. Down to the ramp We've got a rod And some fishing line. When off in the distance we see a light And you turned to me And said it appeared to be The army corps of engineers. The many attempts we made To run for cover, you're secret lover. All the things we carry Down to Chandler's Ferry All the things we carry Down to Chandler's Ferry And when we awoke The tent we could not fold Because it was too cold. The smell of beer piercing the nose Between my eyes. Then we made a break for the car "It's not that far" A statement soon to be proved Anything but the truth. And all the gear, I had to carry. On my....way home.