Muckalee Creek Water

T 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.