[Intro]
It’s 99 degrees down by the creek, swingin’ from a tire,
Dust kicks up, the sun’s burnin’ like a fire.
Surrounded by my friends, laugh till we’re weak,
Summer time’s a blessing, down here by the creek.
[Verse 1]
Mud on my kicks, dust in the air
Sippin’ from a can, nobody care
Water so still, it’s mirror clear
Sweat on my brow, trouble nowhere
Shadows long, sun's on fire
Truck bed speakers, climbing higher
Cornbread crumbs on a paper plate
Livin’ like kings, we don’t gotta wait
[Pre-Chorus]
Bare feet dance where the willows lean
This spot’s ours, no in-between
[Bridge]
It’s 99 degrees down by the creek
Swingin’ from a tire, the rope’s antique
Surrounded by my friends, laughin’ deep
In the summertime, this life’s a feast
[Verse 2]
Mosquito hum, slap on my wrist
Skippin’ stones, makin’ them twist
Shirt soaked through, don’t even flinch
Splashin’ like kids, no room for stiff
Pocketknife carved hearts on a log
Smoky skies rise from the grill fog
Ain’t no rush, clocks don’t tick
This the kinda life, make it stick
[Chorus]
It’s 99 degrees down by the creek, swingin’ from a tire,
Dust kicks up, the sun’s burnin’ like a fire.
Surrounded by my friends, laugh till we’re weak,
Summer time’s a blessing, down here by the creek.
[Verse 3]
Hats turned back, muddy flip flops on the ground,
Beers in a cooler, that cicada sound.
Skipping rocks, hearts skipping beats,
Water cold as truth, cutting through the heat.
Worn-out rope, hold tight, let it go,
Splash in the deep, hearts race, time slows.
Tadpoles scatter, ripples in the flow,
Here we’re kings, no crowns, just the glow.
[Chorus]
It’s 99 degrees down by the creek, swingin’ from a tire,
Dust kicks up, the sun’s burnin’ like a fire.
Surrounded by my friends, laugh till we’re weak,
Summer time’s a blessing, down here by the creek.
[Verse 4]
Hound dogs barking ’, don’t phase the crew,
Granddaddy’s old tales, they still feel true.
Fishing line tangled, patience running thin,
But every snag’s a story, where do we begin?
Shirts off, cut off shorts as our jokes fill the air,
Pine smoke curling, the grill’s hot got plenty of food
This is our church, this is our hymn,
Country kids with dreams, living on a whim
[Outro]
It’s 99 degrees down by the creek, swingin’ from a tire,
Dust kicks up, the sun’s burnin’ like a fire.
Surrounded by my friends, laugh till we’re weak,
Summer time’s a blessing, down here by the creek..
This is a country boy swag production
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