Tytuł: Dry creek

• Wykonawca: Owen Temple
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   Just a little 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 wanna go down to Dry Creek
  Down among the live oak trees
  No playin’ cards or leavin’ bottles around
  You can sit on the dock 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
  Feel the Texas sun warm on your skin
  Ain’t it good to be back again
  People’s voices with the swaying trees
  Honeysuckles on a gentle breeze
  
  Sara owns the place and she lives in a shack
  A green trailer parked out back
  High dollar condos are closin’ in
  And she ain’t thinking ‘bout 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
  
  So if you want to keep the bulldozers back
  Stop and get a drink at the Dry Creek shack
  Watch Lake Austin and a big blue sky
  You won’t ever have to ask me why