Mike Tom and James

Three guys they took their camping gear

And piled it in the jeep one day

The jobs, the kids, the special 'dear'

Oh God they had to get away

Mike he brought some cigarettes

The back was full of beer

Tom and James brought fishing nets

They'd camp out near the pier

Away from everything they knew

How nature feels so right

Eating luscious Mulligan Stew

Beneath the pale moonlight

The campfires flames were slowing down

The guys still sat around

Unaware that very ground

Was a Chippawa sacred burial mound

Now they'd disturbed the resting souls

No match for beer and fishing poles

The sounds of hell the winds so whirled

They ran to tents like screaming girls

Mike, Tom and James they say

They caught a lot of fish that day

Privately the men concur

About how fucking scared they were!