Bitter Creek
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Once I was young and so unsure.
I'd try any ill to find the cure.
An old man told me, tryin' to scold me,
"Oh, son, don't wade to deep in Bitter Creek."
Out where the desert meets the sky,
Is where I go when I wanna hide.
Oh, peyote, she tried to show me,
You know there ain't no cause to weep at Bitter Creek.
We're gonna hit the road for one last time.
We can walk right in and steal 'em blind.
All that money, no more runnin'
I can't wait to see the old man's face when I win the race.
Bitter Creek
I'd try any ill to find the cure.
An old man told me, tryin' to scold me,
"Oh, son, don't wade to deep in Bitter Creek."
Out where the desert meets the sky,
Is where I go when I wanna hide.
Oh, peyote, she tried to show me,
You know there ain't no cause to weep at Bitter Creek.
We're gonna hit the road for one last time.
We can walk right in and steal 'em blind.
All that money, no more runnin'
I can't wait to see the old man's face when I win the race.
Bitter Creek
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