It's not a tire swing, but it's only one I know.
Across the path from TJ's front door in Classy...
I remember the smell of the creosote plant
When we'd have to eat on Easter with my
Crazy old uncle and aunt
They lived in a big house antebellum style (antebellum)
And the winds would blow across the old bayou
When I was a tranquil little child
Life was just a tire swing
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken
And I never knew a thing about pain
Life was just a tire swing...
One of Jimmy Buffett's better ones.
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