Dry Creek

	  		  
  
  
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Just a little way down Mount Bonnel Road  
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There?s a little place where the beer is cold  
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Dry Creek café and dock  
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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  
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I wanna go down to Dry Creek  
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Down among the live oak trees  
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No playin? cards or leavin? bottles around  
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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  
The view beats all I've seen. 
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