Poacher’s Daughter

I’m nodding off
I’m getting full and lazy
Floating down the river in a second-hand canoe
I’ve got grapes and apples
I’ve got cheese and lemonade
Floating down the river staring off into the blue

CHORUS:
I bet she wonders what I think of her now
I don’t care what she thinks about me
Floating down the river half asleep

I’ve got my hat pulled down
I’ve got my toes in the water
Floating down the river getting drowsy from the heat
And I can close my eyes and see the poacher’s daughter
Barefoot on a sandbar with a straw in her teeth

CHORUS

I’ve got my hat pulled down
I’ve got my toes in the water
Floating down the river with a straw in my teeth
And I can close my eyes and see the poacher’s daughter
Barefoot on a sandbar like she’s waiting for me

CHORUS