Muckalee 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