Weekends at Patoka Lake

[Verse 1] Weekends at Patoka Lake are simple We’d roll in early, trailer already leaning a little Lot is quiet except for the frogs Outhouse sitting in the back like it's waiting on us Dad saying we have daylight left So we unloaded fast and get to the water [Verse 2] Trot lines in our hands, rope rough and wet Boating along the bank, baiting each hook Talking about nothing the whole time Catfish moving somewhere in the dark water Paul laughing at something only he heard Robert trying to keep his little kids out of the mud [Chorus] That place isn’t fancy But it's ours Nights by the fire Smoke in our clothes Stories told we already heard a hundred times Feeling right anyway Just weekends at Patoka Where everything slows down [Verse 3] Morning brought the splash of a good catch Lines heavy when we pulled them in Catfish twisting, tails hitting the bucket We cleaned them on the old table Knives dull but good enough Eating what we caught, because that's the whole point [Verse 4] Inside the trailer, the mattress sat on the floor Mice left their little trails across it Sometimes a snake would curl under the edge We just shake it out and go to sleep Don't even think much about it Because that is normal out here [Chorus] That place isn’t fancy But it's ours Nights by the fire Smoke in our clothes Stories we already knew But wanted to hear again Good times with Dad With Paul With Robert and his little ones Just weekends at Patoka Where life feels different [Outro] When I go back, I’ll sit by that fire again Tell them same stories again Patoka Lake