I made a few new friends from different threadsWe've all moved off, wound up in a city sceneAnd they sure talk a mess of what beer is bestAnd how their hometowns had anybody else's beSo I had to do what I did and took them to the bridgeWay on up and deep into the pinesThey ain't never seen these parts so I started inSoon as we crossed that county lineSwear I could walkThis roadWith my eyes closedWell I know this town like the back of my handStill know every wood trail we ranAnd every good spot on the riverWater so cold you'll rememberHow good it felt on a Friday nightIn the middle of nowhere at a bonfireThe sunrise is still killerAnother light on the roadLike the mountains in MillerYeah I was growing up doing the same stuffThat our folks were doingWhen they were cruising through sixteenLike climbing fire towersRotting out of townersMan I bet this placeI say I'm about to dieI know everythingThings in life are bound to changeBut I know of twoThat still stay the sameWell I know this town like the back of my handStill know every wood trail we ranAnd every good spot on the riverWater so cold you'll rememberHow good it felt on a Friday nightIn the middle of nowhere at a bonfireThe sunrise is still killerAnother light on the mountains in MillerMusicWhere the songs that grandpa used to singThese memories they always bring me back homeMusicMusicWhere a lab in an old coonhound can sleep soundRight there where the red fern growsWell, I know this town like the back of my handStill know where every wood trail we ranAnd every good spot on the riverWater so cold you rememberHow good it felt on a Friday nightIn the middle of nowhere round a bonfireThe sunrise is still killerAnother like the mountains in the heartThe sunrise is still killerAnother like the mountains in the heart© transcript Emily Beynon