TrailStoreShe D26a’p

[Intro: guitar strums softly] Mmm, yeah, oh-oh... [Verse 1] [Steady drumbeat starts] In the heart of the wild, where the trails are untamed, Backpack hoisted, spirits high, nature's calling my name. [Tambourine shakes] I wander valleys flowing up into mountains ever-more steep, Every step on the journey, a memory to keep. [Chorus] [Harmonica blends in] Oh, the great outdoors, where my soul feels free, Backpacking's the life, the life for me. [Vocalizations: "Ah-ah-ah" in harmony] But when the trail ends, and I'm back in the store, I'm just a guide in the aisles, they don't hear me no more. [Verse 2] [Banjo playfully plucks] I speak to the faces, offer wisdom from the woods, But their eyes glaze over, my words misunderstood. [Shaker adds rhythm] So I dream of the rivers and the crisp mountain air, Where the only advice needed is how to get there. [Bridge] [Violin plays a longing melody] There's a whisper in the wind, it's calling me back, To the freedom of the trail, off the beaten track. [Vocalizations: Soft] Ooo oOo ooO [Drop] [Electric guitar riff, energy builds] And then it hits me, like a thunderclap's roar, Hey! hey eyy (heh) The store's just a gateway, to adventures galore! The backpacking store's just a gateway, to adventures galore! [Chorus. Harmonica intensifies] Oh, the great outdoors, it's calling me home, Backpacking's the call of the wild unknown. Ah-ah-ah Ah! AH! I'll take the disdain, the ignorance, the bore, Cause every unheeded tip opens another door of release (sets me free! so free) [Verse 3] [Mandolin joins in softly] Like this twist in the tale of the seldom-trod trail, A customer listened, her interest unveiled. [Whispered vocalizations] Ah… ahh . aa She asked for a guide to the paths where the wildflowers bloom, And suddenly, the backpacking store felt less like a tomb. [Outro] [Acoustic guitar returns, softening mood] So I'll cherish our moments indoors and out with she I adore For every end has become another new beginning, this life we explore evermore. Mmm – mm - m And suddenly, the backpacking store felt less like a tomb. [Outro] [Acoustic guitar returns, softening mood] So I'll cherish our moments indoors and out with she I adore For every end has become another new beginning, this life we explore evermore. Mmm – mm – m, wappu-dah-wu-u