Текст песни: Mirah. Songs From The Black Mountain Music Project. Oh! September.

Doo-wop, doo-wop
Doo-wop, doo-wop
Doo-wop, doo-wop
Doo-wop, doo-wop

Doo-wop, doo-wop
Doo-wop, doo-wop
Doo-wop, doo-wop
Doo-wop, doo-wop

I said wouldn't it be nice
Give me a mountain paradise
We'll leave the sheets out in the rain
And listen to that lonesome train
summer slowly turns to fall
Tomatoes ripe we eat them all
Tangly vines around our shoes
We conquer everything we do

One seatbelt around us two
Windows rolled down
70's sounds and doo-wop tunes
Shown the secrets of metal
By your accordion friend
Now you might just learn how to shred
The pictures made us change our view
We sleep on blankets in the living room
It's our work, we're so involved
Sorry we turned the phone off if you called

Meet me at the back-shack, baby
You'll bring your little ukelele
Oh take up reel! make it all right
Let's make a song on the 8-track tonight

Pack up the patch cords
Look back on the last one
In the beginning we made up rules
We thought we'd jam first thing every morning
But we let some goals slip to the side
Sleeping late, letting our bodies decide
Now we'll head back home
oh! september where did you go

Meet me at the back-shack, baby
You'll bring your little ukelele
Oh take up reel! make it all right
Let's make a song on the 8-track tonight

Meet me at the back-shack, baby x11