it flows underneath the 32 bridge
it cuts through the heart of south georiga
big copper heads, and mean wild pigs
and gator’s 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 to 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 john boat that i stow down there, on them hot summer nights,
when i get a wild hair.
i got a moonshine stash, in a side rest stump.
and a catfish line goin’ thump thump.
and old tractor tire, when 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
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