Late June Campin'

[Verse] Late June campin' with the crew, Towing our babies and our dogs too, Heading straight to the middle of the woods, Where the bugs are bad but the beer is good. [Verse 2] Tents are pitched, and the fire's high, Stars come alive underneath the sky, Untamed like the river, wild and free, Just our own slice of country jubilee. [Chorus] Singin' out loud to the moonlit night, Crickets playin' in the pale moonlight, Laughter echoes through the trees, In these woods, we are truly pleased.