I’m singing, I’m singing ‘bout this old State of mine Closest thing to heaven that I will ever find Her Great Lakes and her rivers are flowing sweet as wine And an old empty beer can can buy a man a dime. - I’m Singing
So hand me down my flyrod and hand me down my gun Dress me in my waders when my days on earth are done Dump me in some corner in northern Michigan Wrap my stiffened fingers ‘round a Pabst Blue Ribbon can. - Heaven for Me
I love two rivers and only one woman They mean more than life to me I’ll never tell you the name of the woman The rivers are the Fox and the Manistee - I Love Two Rivers
When my pictures are all long gone from the wall And I’m just a name from the past Might there still be a part way back in your heart That remembers the times that we had - Times that We Had
I’d like to take a moment if you can spare the time Let me tell you something about this life of mine Oh, I’ve had my troubles and yes, I got my friends Not the least of either is the bottle in my hand - The Old Brown Bottle
Now I am an old man, I dream an old man’s dreams No longer hunt the low land or fish the brushy streams My body’s but a costume now, well-weathered you can see Still here inside this disguise, hey buddy, it’s still me - Hey Buddy, It’s Still Me
When all of our songbooks are right-Christian hymnals And all of our leaders are white collar criminals All of our forests are derricks and trash And all of our news is bought with their cash Then you will know, you won’t have to ask They’re turning