Down by the river Where the lights hung from the trees Midnight swallows sunlight Muddy water runs between your knees Everybody wants to be down at soulcreek
Down by the river Where the lights hung from the trees Midnight swallows sunlight Muddy water runs between your knees Everybody wants to be down at
: Down by the river Where the lights hung from the trees Midnight swallows sunlight Muddy water runs between your knees Everybody wants to be down at
muthafucka Bitches on your dog like fleas in this muthafucka So many chains might freeze in this muthafucker Walked past a bitch like breeze in this muthafucka Black and gold stones
If they blow a hole in my backyard Everyone is gonna run away The creeks won't flow to the Great Lake below Will the water in the wells still be okay?
it well Cherished every cartridge, every shell Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt There's a carcass of my second kill Down, by the park, under stone
hell of a time, yeah It's just the good old boy in me Drinking whiskey down by the creek, it's one hell of a life I got my girl and my boys with me Getting stoned
looking for my keys I was half blind and stinking and bloody at the knees I had a built in fever and bright red cheeks My checks and balances up shit creek
Millhaven How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home They found him the next week up in One Mile Creek With his head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
the funeral pyre, Playin' a violin, -olin, Playin' a violin. She weighted her brother down with stones, Rickety-tickety-tin, She weighted her brother down with stones
He spends his time or maybe half of his time Or part of the time wandering 'Round the creeks and cobble stones Of hackney lanes With a tear in his eye
I used to go down to the Mill Creek When I was only nine or ten I'd run trot lines in the muddy water I'd watch the leaves riding the wind It was there
the curse of millhaven How last christmas bill blake's little boy didn't come Home They found him next week in one mile creek His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge Until I eventually arrived At the place where your soul had died And barefoot in the shallow creek I grabbed some stones
s, your lungs bruised My foot in the butter so many crews call me doo-doo shoes. (West Stone) You know Stone is known to break them bones Meet your chick
hades You'll burn no return goin crazy Unnatural vices are fathered when Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry Season Pry treason out the mask upon the Hills Where every little creek
air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snow mount flows It is there, my dear, where we will begin again Skipping stones
