Two friends on a log

Two friends on a log
watching the day the day go by
casting their cares and fishing lines into a small little pond
Sippin stolen hooch, and feelin mighty fine

Life seems to happen, even to the best of friends
So it happens the same young girl caught the both of our eyes
The beautiful and ravishing Gwynn

Two friends on each end a log
watching the day the day go by
casting their cares and fishing lines into a small little pond
Sippin stolen hooch, and feelin mighty fine

One friend left for college, form him this made since
The other stayed home, pursuing the life of turning a wrench
New experience and lessions tend to guide the mind
Yet time and distance between them has started a divide

Two friends on a separete logs
watching the day the day go by
casting their cares and fishing lines into a small little pond
Sippin stolen hooch, and feelin mighty fine

The friends had finally realized the rift that had formed
One took the seat on the log they once had sat since they were small boys
They talked family, politics, taxes and strife
They argued till blue, neither willing to lose the fight

Two friends on a log
watching the day the day go by
casting their cares and fishing lines into a small little pond
Sippin stolen hooch, and feelin mighty fine