Sun comes up on the Kawkawlin River, Coffee on the deck, it couldn't hit us better, Garber grit in my backbone still, Kathleen's John Glenn heart, stubborn will. From her kitchen window, clear and wide, Saginaw Bay shining on the other side, River holds steady, calm and true, Every day starts right with this view.
We're living that Kawkawlin River life, Cold in the winter, summer feels right, Water out front, stars at night, Seasons roll by, everything aligns, Bay City roots run deep and wide, We're living that Kawkawlin River life.
No malls, no rush, no endless lanes, Amazon boxes in the rain, Nut House candy just down the road, Past Jake's Corner Lounge, sweet overload. Snow stacks high, wind off the bay, We hold our ground, wait it away, Then July hits, boats drift through, "Watch your wake!" yeah, we yell it too.
Yeah we're living that Kawkawlin River life, Ice to fireflies, year to year, Morning glass, evening light, Everything we need is here, Bay City days, no need to roam, Kawkawlin River, this is home.
Gary and Joyce stopping by, Coffee at Nancy's picnic table outside, Gabe on the other, same old view, Jackie across the street waving too. Crack a beer, share a laugh, On Kawkawlin River Drive we're set, We watch the river from our deck, It's a front-row seat to this life.
We're living that Kawkawlin River life, Waters high, waters low, Across from Castaways' glowing sign, Shining on the river every night we know, From river run to open bay, This is where we chose to stay.
Neon dancing on the river foam, That Castaways sign lets us know we're home.
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