Muckalee Creek Water (Bryan Luke)

It flows underneath the 32 bridge, And cuts through the heart of South Georgia. Big copperheads and mean wild pigs, And gators in the weeds waitin' for ya. I leave my phone in the truck, I leave my truck at the road My four-wheeler gets me where I wanna go I leave the world behind, I pull my hat down low, Get back to my roots, by a full moon glow I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild hare I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stump And a catfish line going - bump bump An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire And drink to a sweet swamp song. So if you're looking for me, don't even bother When I dip my feet in that Muckalee creek water. Daddy brought me down here when I was a kid Taught me how to bait a crawfish basket. From the time I was old enough to walk He had me running down squirrels and rabbits. I feel right at home in this neck of the woods If this was all I had, I'd be living good So let the stock market do what it's gonna do Let the dollar go down and gas over the roof I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild hare I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stump And a catfish line going - bump bump An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire And drink to a sweet swamp song. So if you're looking for me, don't even bother When I dip my feet in that Muckalee creek water. I'm free, and I'm me Being everything that I wanna be Nobody jacking with me, No sign of the city lights. Hell with the city lights! Well I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild hare I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stump And a catfish line going - bump bump bump An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire And drink to a sweet swamp song. So if you're looking for me, don't even holler When I get down deep in that Muckalee creek water. That Muckalee creek water.