Just a way down Mount Bonnel Road There's a little place where the beer is cold Dry Creek Café and Dock No place better come five o'clock Just off the lake a two story bar You know you're there when you see the cars Lined up and parked along Jukebox playing a Guy Clark song
I want to go down to Dry Creek Down among the live oak trees No playing cards or leaving bottles around You can sit on the deck and watch the sun go down
There's a weathered deck right upstairs A few odd tables and rusty chairs Spring days when the hills are green The view beats all I've ever seen Feel the Texas sun warm your skin Ain't it good to be back again People's voices with the swaying trees Honeysuckles on a gentle breeze
I want to go down to Dry Creek Down among the live oak trees No playing cards or leaving bottles around You can sit on the deck and watch the sun go down
Sara owns the place and she lives in a shack A green trailer parked out back High dollar condos are closing in And she ain't thinking about giving in Rumors go around with the offers they make For the little piece of land there by the lake She tells 'em all to go to hell After fifty years she ain't gonna sell
I want to go down to Dry Creek Down among the live oak trees No playing cards or leaving bottles around You can sit on the deck and watch the sun go down
So if you want to keep the bulldozers back Stop and get a drink at the Dry Creek shack Watch Lake Austin and the big blue sky You won't ever have to ask me why
I want to go down to Dry Creek Down among the live oak trees No playing cards or leaving bottles around You can sit on the deck and watch the sun go downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.