[Verse 1] Pickup doors slam Coolers clank Dust on the road Sun in the tank Kids in the back yelling “call me seat” We’re chasing that September long at Netley Creek Paralyzers sweating in a Styrofoam cup First sip hits Yeah it loosens us up Burgers on the grill Neighbors sneak a peek Smoke curling slow over Netley Creek [Chorus] September long at Netley Creek Cold beers kissin’ my hand My feet in the creek Good friends laughing till our faces hurt Ketchup on my shorts Mustard on my shirt Yeah September long at Netley Creek Hold it in my chest every time that I breathe If this weekend’s all we get to keep Let it be September long at Netley Creek (hey!) [Verse 2] Horseshoes ring That high steel sound Grandpa’s grinning Won another round Someone yells “ringer!” from a plastic seat Sand in our toes Grass in our feet Beach chairs crooked in a crooked line Sunburn shoulders Cheap red wine Kids skip rocks till the daylight leaks Into a bonfire glow at Netley Creek [Chorus] September long at Netley Creek Cold beers kissin’ my hand My feet in the creek Good friends laughing till our faces hurt Ketchup on my shorts Mustard on my shirt Yeah September long at Netley Creek Hold it in my chest every time that I breathe If this weekend’s all we get to keep Let it be September long at Netley Creek (oh yeah) [Bridge] [Harmonica answers each line Easy and loose] Harmonica moans in the firelight haze Stars spill out in a Milky Way maze Family stories that we’ve all heard twice Still hit sweeter than that drink on ice (mmm) [Chorus] September long at Netley Creek Cold beers kissin’ my hand My feet in the creek Good friends laughing till our faces hurt Ash on our jeans Smoke in our shirts Yeah September long at Netley Creek Hold it in my chest every time that I breathe When the snow comes down and the year feels weak I’m right back September long at Netley Creek (hey, one more) [Outro] [Soft harmonica riff over fading strums] Just one more night One more drink One more laugh At Netley Creek

Easygoing country-folk groove with male vocals, brushed kit and upright bass holding a relaxed pocket. Strummed acoustic guitars and a lazy electric slide set the scene; harmonica hooks answer vocal phrases in intro, turnarounds, and a short mid-song break. Chorus lifts with gang-style backing vocals and extra harmony on the title line, bonfire-warm and beer-buzzed.

September Long at Netley Creek