Baldwin River Weekend

Lyrics

Verse 1 Down by a private hole on the Minnesota River, Twenty-two Baldwins came rolling in together. Four generations, from the old to the young, Camping by the water underneath the summer sun. It all started with Phyllis and Stan, A whole lotta love and a big family plan, Now they sit back smiling at the life they made, Watching all those generations laugh and play. Chorus It’s a Baldwin River Weekend, muddy head to toe, Campfire burning and nowhere else to go. Hot dogs roasting, marshmallows catching fire, Grandma Phyllis cooking and the flames getting higher. Canoes on the river, fishing lines thrown in, Catfish and northerns—and the walleyes biting again! Twenty-two strong, four generations deep, These are the Baldwin days we’ll always want to keep. Verse 2 Golf games going, yard darts flying, Raspberry picking—more eating than supplying. Clam shells hiding underneath the river sand, Kids digging through the mud with treasures in their hands. Mason says, “Let’s make that fire BIG!” Then turns around and finds another muddy place to dig. From clean in the morning to covered by night, If you ain’t wearing river mud, you ain’t doing it right! Chorus It’s a Baldwin River Weekend, muddy head to toe, Campfire burning and nowhere else to go. Hot dogs roasting, marshmallows catching fire, Homemade pies and that Baldwin campfire. Canoes on the river, fishing lines thrown in, Catfish and northerns—and the walleyes biting again! Twenty-two strong, four generations deep, These are the Baldwin days we’ll always want to keep. Bridge And somewhere by the fire sit Phyllis and Stan, Looking at the family that grew from where they began. Children, grandchildren, generations side by side, Laughing on the banks of that Minnesota riverside. No fancy vacation could ever compare, To muddy little footprints and family everywhere. Final Chorus It’s a Baldwin River Weekend, let the good times roll, Minnesota river mud is good for the soul. Roasted dogs and s’mores underneath the stars, Campfire stories about who we are. Four generations and twenty-two strong, Fishing, laughing, singing along. And Phyllis and Stan watching proudly from their chairs— Knowing the best thing they built Is the family gathered there. Outro So here’s to the river, the mud and the flame, To clam shells, raspberries and carrying the Baldwin name. When summer rolls around, there’s one place we wanna be— Back down by the river… With the whole Baldwin family.