Lyrics

*Verse 1*
There’s a cabin out in Chillicothe,
Where the stars shine bright and the river runs free,
Dad’s got a bottle and a chair by the fire,
Takes a sip of Jim Beam and we sit a little higher.

*Chorus*
It’s me, my dad, and old Jim Beam,
Talking 'bout life and chasing dreams,
In a cabin where the woods feel like home,
With that Ohio sky and the fire’s low glow.

*Verse 2*
He’d tell me stories of his wild younger days,
How time slips by in the smallest ways,
With a laugh in his eyes and his voice warm and low,
We’d sip that bourbon nice and slow.

*Chorus*
It’s me, my dad, and old Jim Beam,
Talking 'bout life and chasing dreams,
In a cabin where the woods feel like home,
With that Ohio sky and the fire’s low glow.

*Bridge*
Those nights are simple, but they stay with me,
Learning what it means to be strong and free,
From a man who’s rough, but his heart runs deep,
In that Chillicothe cabin where the secrets keep.

*Verse 3*
Now the fire fades and the embers glow dim,
But I still feel that night when I think of him,
Me and my dad, just the stars, fire, and trees,
And that bottle of bourbon setting us free.

*Chorus*
It’s me, my dad, and old Jim Beam,
Talking 'bout life and chasing dreams,
In a cabin where the woods feel like home,
With that Ohio sky and the fire’s low glow.

*Outro*
So here’s to the nights I’ll never let go,
In that Chillicothe cabin where memories flow,
With a father’s wisdom and a son’s wide grin,
And a taste of old Jim as the stories begin.