We took the north bank right out of Salt Creek,
It's lookin' low on marker 182...
We got the outboards peggin' at 60,
Cruise past the law through the slough,
And see the lighthouse shinin' down upon the 7 mile bend...
And hear the blues band pumpin' on up ahead at the inn.

And it's the Outlaws dockin' at Fish Tales,
Throw out the line to the crew...
Everybody's waitin' at weigh-in,
We won it with a 202,
And the place was jumpin' from the riverboat up to the road,
With all the fine people, you know we're violatin' the code,

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This is how we get away from it all,
We'll be doin' it up to the fall,
Cuz when the summertime comes you know we're gonna give you a call...

And it's Billy Meadows talkin' the sqwawk box,
You know he's gonna break all the rules,
Oreo's Bringin' the cold brew,
You know she's gonna have her one too,
And the place was shakin', flip-flops fly cross the room...
Aint no mistaken, hip-hop lower the boom...

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