By the Fire

In the corner By my old bookshelf Stands my six-string-guitar It brings back memories Of back when we were Sitting on Sammy's porch chair With the wind in our hair By the fire Recalling pictures of my first love By the fire With the flames burning higher Good stuff happened back then By the fire Sam was more of a loner But was glad to host our fun We were bringing him the good times Some whiskey and a bottle of rum We were pretty useless And that was back in '81 By the fire Recalling pictures of my first love By the fire With the flames burning higher Good stuff happened back then By the fire The luck has not been with me When Judy found a new guy Took off and left me With just this old guitar That now brings back the memories Of her and the sun By the fire Recalling pictures of my first love By the fire With the flames burning higher Good stuff happened back then By the fire By the fire Recalling pictures of my first love By the fire With the flames burning higher Good stuff happened back then By the fire