paroles de chanson Calico Creek - Stephen Wilson Jr.

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