Calico Creek (Acoustic)

Where we went swimming after Sunday school

Learned how to make break and bend the rules, yeah

Skipping class and 'slate rock and '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

A little town where the old dogs turn mean

Full of pesticides and cans of kerosene, yeah

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

It washes our sins clean as it feeds them ol' copper-made stills

We're getting by on an empty tank

Find ourselves getting lost on the bank

Of Calico Creek

Calico Creek

Yeah

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

Aye-oh-aye-oh, aye-oh-aye-oh

Aye-oh-aye-oh, aye-oh-aye-oh, yeah-yeah

Aye-oh-aye-oh, hey, hey

Calico Creek runs deep through the holler and the hills

It washes our sins clean as it feeds them ol' copper made stills

Hey-hey

Calico Creek

Calico Creek, yeah

Calico Creek, yeah

Calico Creek