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This cold hard ground
where we camped last night
was warmed again
by your passion
sent my way
Our camp fire was banked
but you heated us up
even before coffee
you were steamy
it was dreamy
our cries and sighs were making mist in the air
I wonder if those down the canyons can hear us
as our cries ring out
do they wonder if its big cats call
or some bird they have yet to catalog
And instead its just you inside my bedroll
Addin to the bruises from being saddle sore!
Honey come back for more!
You told me this trip was for fishin
some of those alpine lakes
I had no idea it was to get me alone
and passion served up you rake!
Dancing in a bed roll
on the cold hard ground
its impossible to not make a sound
On the mountain side camp
where it no doubt
echoed all over the canyon
Maybe that was your intention all along
announce us together in that song
I had no idea when we met
you were gonna wrap me up so tight
cause on this mountain side
you have my undivided attention!
Getting up and getting coffee
and some bacon in the pan
It smells like heaven
and my god biscuits
and even eggs wrapped up with care
You know the way to a woman's heart
romance her in the early morn
and then feed her next to a campfire
a hunter's full ration to feed the passion
and fuel the rest of the day
You never know what more will come away
So I guess from now on
even when we are home
You will just tell me its time to warm up the bunk
and I will get the idea right away
after all, I have witnessed your trunk
lets go to bed
what a way to spend the day!
back to bed, into the bedroll well fed
the fish can wait you say
the fish can wait...
