The Old Sand Bar - Dean Brody

When the workday’s done there’s a place we go

Where pirates used to party and the rum still flows

A little fishin' shack down a long grass road

Where everybody knows your name

Lawn chairs or barstools yeah pull up a seat

A place through the woods cell phone towers can’t reach

«No Trespassing» signs out where life’s a beach

No last call to kick you out

Where every hour is a happy hour

Meet me down at the old sand bar

Where our neon lights are the northern stars

Big full moon rising up and CCR

Meet me down at the old sand bar

Jeff and Jenny stealing kisses on a driftwood stub

Billy-bobs and fireflies gonna light things up

Boys playing football ‘neath the midnight sun

There’s a girl out on the sand

On a Navajo blanket hoping I’ll hold her hand

Meet me down at the old sand bar

Where our neon lights are the northern stars

Big full moon rising up and CCR

Meet me down at the old sand bar

Meet me down at the old sand bar

Where our neon lights are the northern stars

Big full moon rising up and CCR

Meet me down at the old sand bar

Meet me down at the old sand bar

Meet me down at the old sand bar