Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

Baby, move like you wanna, Baby, move like you need, Like there's no-one else around here. Honey, move like you ought to, Baby, move just to please me. Oh lady get down, I saw you earlier on, They were playing blues downtown Some kind of Mississippi,

I've got rambling I've got rambling all on my mind Is to leave my baby 'Cause she treat me so unkind I'm going down to the station Catch that old first mail train, see I got mean things all on my mind I got the blues 'bout miss so and so And her son's

Just a silly kind of quarrel When we made each other wild You shouldn't have been so selfish I shouldn't have walked out Now I've gone and lost my feelings Ever since you got me riled Maybe both of us were wrong But somebody's acting like a child It

Oh, I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair With the roses so red and the lilies so fair And the myrtle so bright with the emerald hue The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue Oh I'll dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay I will

My milkcow been ramblin', hoo, for miles around Tell me, milkcow, what on earth is wrong with you? Hoo, milkcow, what on earth is wrong with you? Now, you have a little new calf, hoo, and your milk is turnin' blue Now, your calf is hungry, and I believe

Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome, money is the anthem Red, white, blue's in the skies, summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your National Anthem Tell me I'm your National Anthem (ooh yeah baby bow down, makin' me so wild

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And it's hard, and it's hard, it's hard, it's hard And it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of

It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays, "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord I ain't no senator's son, son Some

Far below the northern lights To satisfy my soul Movin' on a steady roll You know my baby is sweet as honey Sweet from the honey bee Ain't no use to mourn I'd love that San Antonio woman Oh, I wish I was in Texas I wish I was in Texas