Ben Johnson's Creek

CHORUS:

Nobody told us we should steer clear

There's mud on our feet and the grass

It tastes like turpentine

Down at Ben Johnson's Creek

There's a broken pipeline that spills into the water

We go out walking one day

And a couple of mean old boys come up to us and say

Ben Johnson's now public domain

We tried to pay him off but all he wanted was to stay

REPEAT CHORUS

We like Ben Johnson's place

There's white table grapes and his mother planted these

Now all these willows will go

Ben Johnson held out as long as a body can hold

REPEAT CHORUS

Down at Ben Johnson's Creek

There's a broken pipeline that spills into the water