Guitar Chris Brudy - Camp Beech Grove Lyrics

Camp Beech Grove, Camp Beech Grove
All aboard for Camp Beech Grove
A vacation for the whole nation
Don't have to worry about goin' home
Well, the faces in the train car windows were cartoons
Inside it looks much more like a cattle car
Take at a look at your round trip ticket, buddy
You ain't comin' back this far
Camp Beech Grove, Camp Beech Grove
All aboard for Camp Beech Grove
A vacation for the whole nation
Don't have to worry about goin' home
Then they rush you through the first big set of turnstiles
Into the overheated warehouse
Where thugs rummage through your luggage
And throw you naked up against the wall
Then its through the last big fat set of turnstiles
Into the waiting ovens
To bake at 350
For an hour or so
Camp Beech Grove, Camp Beech Grove
All aboard for Camp Beech Grove
A vacation for the whole nation
Don't have to worry about goin' home
Then they open up the doors and cram the crane booms in
Dragline out the pink and steamin' skin
Bulldoze you into the ditch
Inter you without a hitch at Camp Beech Grove
Camp Beech Grove, Camp Beech Grove
All aboard for Camp Beech Grove
A vacation for the whole nation
Don't have to worry about goin' home