You get a line, honey, and I’ll get a pole
Together we’ll go down to that old crawdad hole
Where we set down our blanket on the green grassy ground
Catching catfish by the dozen and crawdads by the pound
I’ve got a memory, so strong
Of Indian summer and a corny old song, babe
August was hot, and the lake has gone dry
We’ll just stand on the banks and watch the old crawdads die
Raccoon chased the possum, oh look what they found
A black tree with bright fruit and the branches bowed down
I’ve got a camera, so new
It makes color pictures like only paints used to do, babe
You climb on up, honey, and I’ll stay right here
I’ll catch what you throw me, I can see it so clear
The fruit was exactly the color of the sun
As seen through closed eyes when the afternoon’s humming, babe
You ride the grey mare, and I’ll ride the roan
You ride the G Train, and I’ll just walk home
I’ve got a camera, so old
It takes old timey pictures where silver stands in for gold
You ate a fruit, it was perfectly round
And the color of the sun when it’s close to the ground
Don’t you remember it, when we were kids
The color of sunshine as seen through closed eyelids, babe