Paradise
Summer of '68
That's when I remember
Running from the valley heat
And up to Whiskey Flats
We were down in the canyon
On the Feather River
A bottle of Seagram's
And the clothes off of our backs
We were laughing in the water
Like the sun would never set
Diving to the bottom
Just to soothe our sunburned skin
We were half-drunk in the moonlight
Before we packed it in
We had our piece of Paradise back then
Our first one came along
And I wondered how we'd make it
I found work in Chico
And a check every Friday
Trips up the canyon
They faded from our weekends
With one upon your hip
And another on the way
We were homeward bound
But we were grinning ear to ear
Watched our children grow
With that river always near
Yeah, we were rich as hell
In health, and love, and kin
We had our piece of Paradise back then
Our nest was empty
We were in the ponderosas
A dry November
And the trees were bending West
A single spark alit and drifted down the canyon
And came across the ridge
With Hellfire on it's breath
Our tires turned to puddles
In a valley of the flames
We made it with our lives
And not much else to our names
Now our history is ashes
But the memories remain
We'll have our piece of Paradise again
That's when I remember
Running from the valley heat
And up to Whiskey Flats
We were down in the canyon
On the Feather River
A bottle of Seagram's
And the clothes off of our backs
We were laughing in the water
Like the sun would never set
Diving to the bottom
Just to soothe our sunburned skin
We were half-drunk in the moonlight
Before we packed it in
We had our piece of Paradise back then
Our first one came along
And I wondered how we'd make it
I found work in Chico
And a check every Friday
Trips up the canyon
They faded from our weekends
With one upon your hip
And another on the way
We were homeward bound
But we were grinning ear to ear
Watched our children grow
With that river always near
Yeah, we were rich as hell
In health, and love, and kin
We had our piece of Paradise back then
Our nest was empty
We were in the ponderosas
A dry November
And the trees were bending West
A single spark alit and drifted down the canyon
And came across the ridge
With Hellfire on it's breath
Our tires turned to puddles
In a valley of the flames
We made it with our lives
And not much else to our names
Now our history is ashes
But the memories remain
We'll have our piece of Paradise again
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Writer(s): Andrew Schneider
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