Calico Creek

Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Where we went swimming after Sunday school Learned how to make break and bend the rules Skipping class n 'slate rock n 'getting stoned Not knowing any better's all we've ever known Calico Creek runs deep through the holler and the hills Washes our sins clean as it feeds them ol 'copper-made stills Word has a way of getting around And every year some kid'll drown in Calico Creek Ooo Ooo Ooo Ooo A little town where the old dogs turn mean Full of pesticides and cans of kerosene Where a stray cat can feel right at home Not knowing any better's all we've ever known Calico Creek runs deep through the holler and the hills Washes our sins clean as it feeds them ol 'copper-made stills We're getting by on an empty tank Found ourselves getting lost on the bank of Calico Creek Calico Creek (Hey!) (Hey!) Where the rope swings are rotten Had our toes touching bottom It'll be dry by July but if you walk down the sides You can find some Rapalas Ey oh ey oh ey oh ey oh Ey oh ey oh ey oh ey oh Ey oh ey oh (Hey!) (Hey!) (Hey!) Calico Creek runs deep through the holler and the hills Washes our sins clean as it feeds them ol 'copper made stills (Hey!) (Hey!) Calico Creek (Hey!) (Hey!) Calico Creek (Hey!) (Hey!) Calico Creek (Hey!) (Hey!) Calico Creek (Hey!) (Hey!) Woo Woo Woo