“Saturday in Pentwater” Verse 1 (G – D – Em – C) Sun comes up on the harbor light, Coffee’s hot and the breeze feels right. Canvas tents all lined in a row, Everybody’s got somewhere to go. Fresh-picked peaches, sweet corn too, Homemade bread still warm right through. Flowers bright in the morning sun, Small-town Saturdays are second to none. Chorus (G – D – Em – C) We’re wandering down the Pentwater market, Laughing with the folks we know. Baskets filling up a little at a time, Taking life a little slow. Honey from the local hives, Blueberries that’ll change your life. Nothing fancy, nothing fake— Just good people by the lake. Verse 2 (Em – C – G – D) Kids with kettle corn bigger than their heads, Old friends catching up instead. A guitar plays across the square, Summer’s floating through the air. Tomatoes red and maple sweet, Fresh-cut flowers at your feet. You don’t need much more than this, Michigan mornings full of bliss. Bridge (Em – D – C – G) No rush, no race, Just smiling faces place to place. The lake’s a few more blocks away, But this feels like vacation anyway. Final Chorus (G – D – Em – C) We’re wandering down the Pentwater market, Making memories as we go. Every stand’s another story, Every smile’s somebody we know. We’ll fill the cooler, grab a pie, Wave to neighbors passing by. If heaven has a Saturday, It probably looks this way— Down at the Pentwater farmers market.
