Oregon Trails by frogtree

Wrote this about our life growing up in Oregon (:

lyrics    

 

We grew around the mountains, under trees with a cool breeze underneath.

 

And life, seemed a little bit better out there, miss all them wonderful waterfall fallen

 

down. Because my dad and my mom, who wanted to be where life slowly moved on.

 

Now I I’m heading through those tree it’ brings me to my knees.

 

 I miss all of those practical day’s

 

Because high times, wicked times, fish’n lines and mushroom finds

 

Although we’re just a page away from the end of it all there’s always       yesterday. 

 

 

When I wake up my brothers already fish’n I’m fix’n up my gear trying to get out of the

 

kitchen.    Now I,   I’m feeling so damm free I can hardly breath,  

 

I miss all of those practical day’s

 

Because high times, wicked times, fish’n lines and mushroom finds

 

Although we’re just a page away from the end of it all there’s always       yesterday.

 

 

Well woke up thought I was dream’n I looked out the window and all the builings where

 

miss’n

 

Now I,    I’m feeling so damm free It brings me to my knees,  

 

I miss all of those practical day’s

 

Because high times, wicked times, fish’n lines and mushroom finds

 

Although we’re just a page away from the end of it all there’s always       yesterday.