[Verse] Under the oaks, cooler full of beer, Tweedy caps backwards, chillin' at the Deer. Lasagna, bruschetta, fixins' on my plate, Labor Day feels like heaven at Tweedy Lake. [Verse 2] Hayrides rollin', skeet shootin' sharp, Beer Pongin’ to the sound o' an old guitar. Corn hole tosses, bags flyin’ in the sky, Yelling "yeehaw!" till the moon is high. [Chorus] Down at Tweedy Lake, where the good times roll, Laughing, feasting, dancing with our soul. May our beers stay cold and memories never fade, Labor Day at Tweedy, our hearts warm and swayed. [Verse 3] Line dancin' boots clackin’ on the floor, Lodge speakers streamin' tunes we adore. Mike ‘n Trisha’s hearts all full of gold, Makin’ life feel richer as we grow old. [Bridge] Family gather 'round the Movie screen’s glow, Storytellin' legends of long ago. Picking guitars till the stars burn bright, Labor Day magic in the SoCal night. [Chorus] Down at Tweedy Lake, where the good times roll, Laughing, feasting, dancing with our soul. May our beers stay cold and memories never fade, Labor Day at Tweedy, our hearts warm and swayed.
