Red Oak Wild
There is a place we used to go
Some red oak woods owned by we don’t know
We’d go and camp, stay up all night
Drinking whiskey by the firelight.
We built a shack from borrowed wood
Was pretty sad, but our intentions were good
We shared that place with everyone we knew
As word got out, the parties grew.
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Now it seems so hard
To find peace of mind
I want to go back and find
Red oak wild.
One night the county sheriff came
Said I’m going to end your little game
The next day he burned down our shack
It wasn’t the same, so we never went back.
Chorus
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