Sweetwater was the name of our camp in Avoyelles parish. It wasn't a hunting camp, but just a little wood shack near our relatives. A place to get away and unwind.
I'd keep thinking bout those times on the weekend
it was the only time we'd speak
that camp has always been with me
i remember how we'd all sit laughing
didn't care what was brewing at home, i want it back today.
sweetwater
that's where we all let it out
i miss you sometimes
there's nothing close around here
i would often pass you by
so distraught when you got tore down
it can't erase the times we had, i want it back again
sweetwater
that's where we all let it out
i miss you sometimes
there's nothing close around here
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