It's just a good excuse to watch the sun go down
On a gravel pit outside of town
My father had three daughters
So I became his only son

Summertime in Allen County
You can slice the air like bread
Pack up our old Rambler
With cane poles and little said

You never talk much in a fishin' boat
'Cause it just scares the fish away
You just give it time and watch your line

He's say,