C                           G 
Well, the hillbillys taught me how to play guitar
D                              G 
City slickers taught me how to be a star
  C                        G
I don't have either of 'em down good yet
       D                        G
So I'm goin to the lake where I first got wet
         D                        C         G
Yeah I'm goin to the lake where I first got wet


You had tough luck chasin low down guys
You started out sour now, you're pastureized
You got the same pretty mouth with a wiser tongue
I got radar ears, I can listen some
I got radar ears, I can listen to you some

[Refrão]
        D     
And I'm not gonna push ya, I don't wanna press
        C                    G 
I'm not gonna put ya through some kinda test
        D
I'm not lookin for lust or makin up lies
      C                                    G
But I just wanna meet ya by the silver lakeside
I remember summer time boys camps, blankets and trunks
I dreamed I had a stripper in my upstairs bunk
I had a dirty kid mind that's how I got through
I could never love a stripper the way I loved you
I could never love a stripper the way I loved you

I wish I had more heart wish I stayed outta bars
Wish I had a big shot to sign my guitars
But a big shot's name is a paint pen scrawl
Couldn't play it anymore, I'd have to hang it on the wall
Couldn't play it anymore, I'd have to hang it on the wall

Chorus

The weather was dry and the whiskey was good
And bad luck you up-chucked it like I knew you would
Said God get me home, I won't do this again
Said I won't be your preacher, but I will be your friend
When your mama finds you like this, you're sure gonna need a friend


We're all lookin for something if it isn't too much
Some are lookin to tell and some are lookin to touch
There's a right time to talk and a wrong way to rub
If I'm lookin for something must be your love
If I'm lookin for something must be your love

And now the lake looks muddy man it's supposed to be silver
Got stood up on the bank but I got to remember
Everything in this world has two or more sides
Like a woman, like a river, like a Ferris wheel ride
Like a woman, like a river, like a Ferris wheel ride

So come on down to the silver lake now
Now we got more to do than the night will allow
You can stick your toes in the milky sand
We can rest our hearts where it all began
We can rest our hearts where it all began

Chorus