Down by the creak

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.

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

Bare feet dance where the willows lean

This spot’s ours, no in-between

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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..

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