Drown a Whale (Up to Camp)
Downeast Royalty
Frost on the windshield. Blaze orange in the cab. Enough hard liquor to flood the holler. November in Maine means one thing — it's time to go up to camp.
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[Verse 1] Frost on the windshield, seeing my breath in the air Blaze orange jackets thrown over the passenger chair Loaded up the truck with the rifles, the coolers, and gear It’s that sacred time of the Downeast year Leaving the coast and the blacktop far behind Got a rutted-out dirt road destination on my mind
[Chorus] Yeah, we’re heading up to camp, where the tall pines sway Gonna track those whitetails at the break of day But tonight we’re building a fire, gonna touch the sky Stacking up the pallets and the pine dangerously high Got enough hard liquor loaded up on the trail To flood out the holler and drown a damn whale Yeah, we’re up to camp!
[Verse 2] Generators humming, the cabin is freezing cold But we got a long night of stories about to be told Hauling out the cordwood, grabbing a Jerry can Gonna light up the woods like a feral wild man Pass that bottle, let it burn right down to the chest Up here in the timber is where we do it the best Just the pure, hard stuff to keep the blood warm Waiting on the front of a heavy November storm
[Chorus] Yeah, we’re heading up to camp, where the tall pines sway Gonna track those whitetails at the break of day But tonight we’re building a fire, gonna touch the sky Stacking up the pallets and the pine dangerously high Got enough hard liquor loaded up on the trail To flood out the holler and drown a damn whale Yeah, we’re up to camp!
[Bridge] Sparks are flying up, burning holes in the dark Dogs are getting riled, letting out a hound dog bark The flames are getting wild, pushing back the night Got a little too close, singed the hair on my right But nobody’s sleeping and nobody’s slowing down A hundred miles away from the nearest sleepy town