Campground Cooking (c) Sean McGaughey July 8, 2026 Songsprint #3

Verse Progression Flapjacks over an open fire, fed many a hungry man On the gold rush trail, you must pack as lightly as you can. Keep a clay pot starter under your shirt and you’re good to go. Every morning you will get your fill of hot, fresh sourdough.

Chorus Campground cooking, Campground cooking Sizzling on the grate, a steamin’ and a-smoking Campground cooking smells so fine Nothing tastes as good as campground cooking.

Verse Progression I’d like to give a trophy to the kid who invented smores. Honey Graham Crackers, Chocolate and marshmallos, tastes exactly like more. And we’ll give an award, for the prerfect toasted mallow Sweet and runny inside, outside golden yellow.

Chorus Campground cooking, Campground cooking Sizzling on the grate, a steamin’ and a-smoking Campground cooking smells so fine Nothing tastes as good as campground cooking.

Bridge Fry it on the Coleman, or sticks over a fire Wrap it up with in tinfoil, get your heart’s desire Steam it with hot stones in a cast iron pot Chow time everybody. Get it while it’s hot

Verse Progression Meat and fried tomatoes over an open flame Will rival any fancy dish with a snooty sounding French name Something always happens that’s magical and strange When you cook in the open air away from your home range

Chorus Campground cooking, Campground cooking Sizzling on the grate, a steamin’ and a-smoking Campground cooking smells so fine Nothing tastes as good as campground cooking.