Mine isn't specifically a fall song. I think it's "Weekend Runaways" by Stacey Earle. It reminds me of a weekend trip I took last October with my friend "Socks" (his never match). We went hiking in the loess hills in western Iowa, chewed on some milo because we thought it might be sorghum (no farm kids, we), got buzzed by both grouse and pheasants, went to a friend's farm where we pressed sorghum, pressed apple cider, ate venison stew, and were almost completely pickled by wood-smoke; went to another friend's house and spent the evening jamming and drying out our socks; stayed over, were stuffed full of bacon, eggs, and horseradish the next morning, and headed back to college. Probably the one instance in which Cinderella was happier with the pumpkin and the field mice . . .