muckalee creek

Luke Bryan

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