Original By Back Porch Generations
Intro
Verse 1
Folks Just Saw An Old Broke Dam,
Smokestack, Rust, And Stone.
But To A Kid With An Old Zebco,
It Was A World All Its Own.
That Spillway Sang Both Night And Day,
Like It Knew Each Fisherman's Name.
Every Trip With Papa There...
Was Better Than Any Game.
Chorus
Down At The Old Dam,
Where The Whitewater Kissed The Seam.
Down At The Old Dam,
Where Nothing Was What It Seemed.
Pirates Lived Around The Bend...
Hellgrammites Were Contraband...
If You Believed Half Papa Said...
You'd Never Leave That Dam.
Verse 2
We'd Ease Across That Rusty Beam,
With The River Down Below.
One Hand On The Fence Held Tight,
One Hoping Not To Go.
We'd Climb Out On That Busted Wall,
Where The Biggest Bass All Fed.
"If Granny Ever Finds Us Here..."
"She'll Tan Us Both," He Said.
Chorus
Down At The Old Dam,
Where The Whitewater Kissed The Seam.
Down At The Old Dam,
Where Nothing Was What It Seemed.
Pirates Lived Around The Bend...
Hellgrammites Were Contraband...
If You Believed Half Papa Said...
You'd Never Leave That Dam.
Verse 3
Hellgrammites In A Tin Can,
Ugly As A Mud Fence Rail.
Papa Said, "That's Bass Filet..."
I Never Could Quite Tell.
A Split Shot Pinched Above The Hook,
"Now Drift It Through That Seam."
"Those Hornheads Keep The Bass Awake..."
"That's Why They Never Eat," He'd Grin.
Bridge
Papa Could Spin A Story
Like Nobody I've Ever Known.
Every Bend Held A Mystery...
Every Rock Could Hide Old Gold.
One Day Pirates Crossed This Stream...
Or At Least That's What He'd Claim.
Funny How I Searched The Rocks...
Every Single Time We Came.
Final Chorus
Down At The Old Dam,
Where The Whitewater Kissed The Seam.
Down At The Old Dam,
Where Nothing Was What It Seemed.
Pirates Lived Around The Bend...
Hellgrammites Were Contraband...
If You Believed Half Papa Said...
You'd Never Leave That Dam.
If You Believed Half Papa Said...
You'd Never Leave That Dam.
