.Fourth of July has come, itâs custom that we go.
Make our way up 108, a place we call our home.
Stanislaus Riverâs seen a heavy year of snow.
Iâll pick and choose my battles where I cast my fishing pole.
Every year we make our way to the end of the road.
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