Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Where we went swimming after Sunday school
Learned how to make break and bend the rules
Skipping class n ’slate rock n ’getting stoned
Not knowing any better’s all we’ve ever known
Calico Creek runs deep through the holler and the hills
Washes our sins clean ’copper-made stills
Word way of getting around
every some kid’ll drown in Calico Creek
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
little town where the old turn mean
Full of pesticides and cans of kerosene
Where cat can feel at home
Not knowing any better’s all we’ve ever known
Calico Creek runs deep through the holler and the hills
Washes our sins clean ’copper-made stills
We’re getting on an empty tank
ourselves getting lost on the bank of Calico Creek
Calico Creek
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
Where the rope rotten
Had our toes bottom
It’ll be July but if you the we can find some Rapalas
Ey ey ey oh
Ey ey oh… ey ey oh
Ey ey …
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
Calico Creek runs deep through the holler and the hills
Washes our sins clean ’copper stills
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
Calico Creek
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
Calico Creek
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
Calico Creek
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
Calico Creek
Woo
Woo
Woo
