Lyrics

[Verse]
Granddaddy’s boots, they fit just right,
Worn-out laces and a sole so tight.
Fishing pole in hand, sun's first light,
Castin' memories on a quiet night.

[Verse 2]
Down by the creek, where the willow weeps,
Bass are biting in the waters deep.
Quiet whispers as the forest keeps,
Secrets of the hunts, a bond we reap.

[Chorus]
Hunting and fishing, it’s in our veins,
Livin' life simple on the country lanes.
Passin' down stories in the backwoods rain,
These are the moments that keep us sane.

[Verse 3]
In the fall, when leaves are a fiery red,
Deer tracks scatter where the pines are spread.
Rifle on shoulder, gently we tread,
Counting blessings by the riverbed.

[Bridge]
Moonlight dances on the tranquil stream,
Lost in the beauty, feels just like a dream.
Father’s old shotgun, in its gleam,
Remembers times past, held in esteem.

[Verse 4]
Campsite glow with a fire bright,
Old folks talking 'bout the days of might.
Hand-me-downs and teachings right,
Passed through the seasons, through darkest night.