1974) Intro: Bm Itire swing. 2. In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp; yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp. And in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself. And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way, and I could get along without any help. Life was just a tire swing. 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing. Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows, knowin' I could never hurt a thing, and life was just a tire swing. tire swing (guitaretab.com)