Muckalee Creek Water歌词
作曲 : Luke Bryan/Patrick Jason Matthews
It flows underneath the 32 bridge.
It cuts through the heart of south Georiga.
Big copper heads, and mean wild pigs.
And gator's in the ****s, waitin' for ya.
I leave my phone in the truck.
I leave my truck at the road.
My four-wheeler gets me to where I wanna go.
I leave the world behind, I pull my hat down low.
Get back to my roots, by a full moon glow.
I got an old John boat that I stow down there,
on them hot summer
nights,
When I get a wild hair.
I got a moonshine stash, in a Cypress stump.
And a catfish line goin' BUMP BUMP.
And old tractor tire, when I sit by the fire.
And drink to a sweet swamp song.
So if you're looking for me, don't even bother.
When I dip my feet in that Muckalee Creek Water
Daddy brought me down here when I was a kid
Taught me how to bait a crawfish basket
From the time I was old enough to walk,
He had me running down squirrels and rabbits.
I feel right at home, in this neck of the woods
If this was all I had, I'd be living good.
So let the stock market do what its gonna do,
Let the dollar go down and gas soar through the roof.
I got an old John boat that I stow down there,
on them hot summer
nights,
When I get a wild hair.
I got a moonshine stash, in a Cypress stump.
And a catfish line goin' BUMP BUMP.
And old tractor tire, when I sit by the fire.
And drink to a sweet swamp song.
So if you're looking for me, don't even bother.
When I dip my feet in that Muckalee Creek Water
I'm free and I'm me, being everything that I wanna be.
Nobody jackin with me, No sign of the city lights.
Hell with them city lights.
Well, I got an old John boat that I stow down there,
on them hot
summer nights,
When I get a wild hair.
I got a moonshine stash, in a Cypress stump.
And a catfish line goin' BUMP BUMP BUMP
And old tractor tire, when I sit by the fire.
And drink to a sweet swamp song.
So if you're looking for me, don't even holler.
When I get down deep in that Muckalee Creek Water
That Mucklee Creek Water
It flows underneath the 32 bridge.
It cuts through the heart of south Georiga.
Big copper heads, and mean wild pigs.
And gator's in the ****s, waitin' for ya.
I leave my phone in the truck.
I leave my truck at the road.
My four-wheeler gets me to where I wanna go.
I leave the world behind, I pull my hat down low.
Get back to my roots, by a full moon glow.
I got an old John boat that I stow down there,
on them hot summer
nights,
When I get a wild hair.
I got a moonshine stash, in a Cypress stump.
And a catfish line goin' BUMP BUMP.
And old tractor tire, when I sit by the fire.
And drink to a sweet swamp song.
So if you're looking for me, don't even bother.
When I dip my feet in that Muckalee Creek Water
Daddy brought me down here when I was a kid
Taught me how to bait a crawfish basket
From the time I was old enough to walk,
He had me running down squirrels and rabbits.
I feel right at home, in this neck of the woods
If this was all I had, I'd be living good.
So let the stock market do what its gonna do,
Let the dollar go down and gas soar through the roof.
I got an old John boat that I stow down there,
on them hot summer
nights,
When I get a wild hair.
I got a moonshine stash, in a Cypress stump.
And a catfish line goin' BUMP BUMP.
And old tractor tire, when I sit by the fire.
And drink to a sweet swamp song.
So if you're looking for me, don't even bother.
When I dip my feet in that Muckalee Creek Water
I'm free and I'm me, being everything that I wanna be.
Nobody jackin with me, No sign of the city lights.
Hell with them city lights.
Well, I got an old John boat that I stow down there,
on them hot
summer nights,
When I get a wild hair.
I got a moonshine stash, in a Cypress stump.
And a catfish line goin' BUMP BUMP BUMP
And old tractor tire, when I sit by the fire.
And drink to a sweet swamp song.
So if you're looking for me, don't even holler.
When I get down deep in that Muckalee Creek Water
That Mucklee Creek Water
