Fortune Teller Creek Lyrics

Us kids were in the graveyard, standing 'round the fire

It was really cold that night I know

We were smoking weed and drinking, none of us cared much for thinking

Feels like yesterday but it was long ago

The air was clear, the moon was bright, small town on a Friday night

Medicate the boredom for a while

I was watching Angela, Tommy watched her too

I saw her look at him and smile

So Angela and Tommy, they snuck off in the dark

While us boys were knocking back the brew

Tommy was a ladies man and Angela was drunk

It was pretty clear what they were going to do

Down by Fortune Teller Creek, everybody hears

It might be a whisper or a shriek

Down by Fortune Teller Creek, everybody knows

It's not over till the fortune teller speaks

Well it was sometime later, Tommy came back to the fire

Said that he was done with Angela for now

Said she fell up by the road, she puked as if she might explode

He said he still got her home somehow

And Tommy led the singing and the stories and the jokes

We went along like passive little sheep

We kept that fire going until just before the dawn

Then we stumbled home and tried to get some sleep

Well a couple hours later, the knock came on my door

State trooper came and took me to the station

They found her in the creek, did I know where was Tommy now

I cried, I knew there would be no salvation

Down by Fortune Teller Creek, everybody hears

It might be a whisper or a shriek

Down by Fortune Teller Creek, everybody knows

It's not over till the fortune teller speaks

They caught Tommy on the turnpike, west of mile nine

No chance in hell that he was going free

They tried him as an adult and that was all she wrote

They locked him up and threw away the key

But I remember Angela, one time she smiled at me

She was so sweet and pretty, wild and free

I think of how it was to die so cold and all alone

Drowning down in Fortune Teller Creek

I could have been a man that night, I could have made a play

But I just stood there stupid and let Tommy have his way

And all these years it haunts me and still in my mind I see

The lovely face of Angela. . . that time she smiled at me

Down by Fortune Teller Creek, everybody hears

It might be a whisper or a shriek

Down by Fortune Teller Creek, everybody knows

It's not over till the fortune teller speaks

It's not over till the fortune teller speaks