Riba Gery - Get Lost In Maine

Early in the ‘noon ‘round quarter to four
Me and my buddies finished with the work
Caleb in his Chrysler waiting in the park
Throw away the tools, get a six-pack
He turned to me, screamed a ‘yihaa’
Go steer it awhile, go steer it about

Get lost in the woods
On the roads of Maine
Get lost in the woods
With no chains
(Got that feeling)

First we went down south to Old Orchard Beach
Checking good looking girls in the ocean breeze
We heard the marlins but did not see ‘em
Rather we caught a bucket of mackerel
After oyster supper he winked on me
Leave the fishing go to a trapper party

Get lost in the woods
On the roads of Maine
Get lost in the woods
With no chains

It was a long long ride up to the mountain
Than East Bethel plateu lays near the Horizon
Shaggy beards, transformer necks
Plaid shirts and Chevy pick-ups
They want to sell some skunk essence
I bought a bear claw for reminiscence
He smiled at me, whispered to my ear
Let’s back to Naples for a couple of beers

Get lost in the woods
On the roads of Maine
Get lost in the woods
With no chains
(Chomp-chomp-chomp-chomp)

We drove back toward Camp Takajo down
The Bog Hoot was closed again this month
So what the Hell?! But Bray’s Pub awaits
We drunk rated quality local pale ales
And the band was playin’ a song of Cale
He laughed loud, got one more place!

Get lost in the woods
On the roads of Maine
Get lost in the woods
With no chains

We were tipsy and hungry, but get back to the car
Keoka Beach was final stop in the dark
Endless caravan of trailers along the beach
Dancing hippy families ‘round the flames
Grab the moonshine, kick off your shoes
That’s what they call the Mainer Blues

Get lost in the woods
On the roads of Maine
Get lost in the woods
With no chains