歌词
(Quick Up Tempo Guitar Intro)
(Verse 1)
Grandpa by the fire, with a twinkle in his eye,
Telling tales of old times, under the starry sky,
Great-Grandpa Lenny, chased by mountain lions,
The faster he walked, the closer they’d be pryin’.
He ran with all his might, felt the cats right there,
Had to jump off a cliff, nearly broke his legs in the air,
Turns out it was just his jeans, making that noise,
Laughed so hard, we all turned back into boys.
(Chorus)
Campfire tales, where legends are born,
Stories get taller, from dusk until morn,
We gather 'round, under the moon's glow,
Sharing laughs and memories, where the wild winds blow.
(Verse 2)
Lenny by his truck, rifle as a crutch,
Gun went off, hands wounded, it was just too much,
Weeks in bandages, but he had a plan,
Told the flight crew he was a skilled musician man.
Needed to catch a flight, had a concert to play,
Convinced them with a smile, they let him on his way,
A silver lining found, in the strangest plight,
We chuckle and cheer, by the campfire light.
(Chorus)
Campfire tales, where legends are born,
Stories get taller, from dusk until morn,
We gather 'round, under the moon's glow,
Sharing laughs and memories, where the wild winds blow.
(Bridge)
In the quiet of the night, the crickets start to sing,
Stories get grander, with every little thing,
The fire crackles loud, as the tales unfold,
Bringing us together, in the warmth and the cold.
(Extended Guitar Solo)
(Verse 3)
Driving to the cabin, all three sheets to the wind,
Old Pat got out, fell into the bramble spin,
Took an hour to hear, his cries in the dark,
Dragged him out laughing, left a lasting mark.
Made it to the cabin, safe and sound,
Tales of that night, echo all around,
Grandpa’s stories bind us, in this rugged land,
Around the campfire, hand in hand.
(Chorus)
Campfire tales, where legends are born,
Stories get taller, from dusk until morn,
We gather 'round, under the moon's glow,
Sharing laughs and memories, where the wild winds blow.
(Extended Guitar Solo)
(Outro)
Campfire tales, a family's delight,
In the glow of the fire, and the starry night,
We live through the stories, of days gone past,
Creating new memories, that forever last.
(Guitars Fade Out)
(End)
