Michael B. Whit - Camp Jackson

There’s a small town
Where the main road can barely stretch five miles and you can’t walk up or down
Without bumping into someone you ain’t seen in a while
That makes you dig up all the memories underground
That you’ve buried now
There’s a Hardee’s near the Walmart and a two-lane road near the edge of the park
If you go down that little bus route
It'll turn you around end you right where you started from
Makes you recall the things that made you who you are yea yea yea
It’s your first kiss on recess
The long ride home with a bad grade to show your dad
Right on Camp Jackson
Dear ole Camp Jackson
Where the city lights could never shine
You swear you’ll leave a thousand times
But you ain’t never fully gone you’re only passing dear ole Camp Jackson and that alright
Little street on the riverside
It had everything you need between route three and the edge of the county line
Missing those ice rink winters and pool day summer vibes
When we had everything to make this life worthwhile
But it’s all gone now
It’s the heartbeat it’s the centerpiece
It’s the movie theater up for lease in this nowhere town
It's dear ole Camp Jackson
It's dear ole Camp Jackson yeah
Where the city lights could never shine
We’re out of sight and out of mind
Your heart never fully leaves it’s just only passing here on Camp Jackson
And to all the folks that called her home
Truck caught flat you had to head to Mo’s
Cause all your friends worked at his tire shop and the repo's coming for the lemon that you bought
Just up the block you can see the lights from the gateway arch
But you know they’ll never shine far enough to reach Camp Jackson
When you grow up in a small town
Here on Camp Jackson nothing to everyone but everything to us yeah
It was your first job first date first time falling in love yeah
You never knew a road could mean so much

Written by:
Michael Whitfield

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