Turkey Hen Creek

There's a whisper in the tall oak trees, down by Turkey Hen Creek, barefoot kids in the summer sun, wading through water so sweet

Crow dads hide in the cool mud trails, while we laugh and catch them for fun, hands sticky sweet from a watermelon, underneath that blazing sun

Turkey Hen Creek, where the river runs slow, whispering secrets that only we know, summer days and watermelon smiles, country dreams for a thousand miles and miles

Grandpa's story's about the days gone by, echoed by the water's edge, we nod our heads and hide our grins, eating watermelon wedge by wedge

The creek's a friend that never lied, cool and calm in the summer's pride, bare footsteps and a child's delight, crow dads dancing in the soft twilight

Turkey Hen Creek, where the river runs slow, whispering secrets that only we know, summer days and watermelon smiles, country dreams for a thousand miles and miles

The creek's a friend that never lied, cool and calm in the summer's pride, bare footsteps and a child's delight, crow dads dancing in the soft twilight

Turkey Hen Creek, where the river runs slow, whispering secrets that only we know, summer days and watermelon smiles, country dreams for a thousand miles and miles