"Riley Creek" lyrics
"Riley Creek"
She carved I love you on a maple tree
Right after our first kiss down by Riley Creek
It was our little get away on a summer day
And hot summer nights
I wonder if that old rope swing's still hanging round
I wonder if she ever up and left that town
I wonder if that summer breeze still remember me
Holding her tight under the moonlight
Head on south down 24
Maybe 50 miles
Make a right by the railroad
And go straight for a little while
Take a dirt road to the water
And then toss out a line
If you're looking for my heart that's where it be
Floating somewhere down Riley Creek
Right here looking at you I tell you honestly
You're amazing and I wish I could give you all of me
It was a long long time ago but I can't let go
So maybe you can start
Down the road to my heart
Head on south down 24
Maybe 50 miles
Make a right by the railroad
And go straight for a little while
Take a dirt road to the water
And then toss out a line
If you're looking for my heart that's where it be
Floating somewhere down Riley Creek
So you say you wanna take that drive well I'll gas up the truck
You never know what we might find
Hell it might be love
So head on south down 24
Maybe 50 miles
Make a right by the railroad
And go straight for a little while
Take a dirt road to the water
And then toss out a line
If you're looking for my heart that's where it be
Floating somewhere down Riley Creek
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- Blackjack Billy Lyrics
album:
"Rebel Child" (2014)
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