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Creek Bend

at a big St. Patricks Day Easter Bunny festival in South Bend on Easter Sunday. Henry falls in love with Margaret, the poorest, nicest and most beautiful girl in South Bend

the middle of the club like who wants it Mass appeal with massive wheels, bling-bling Chocolate belt buckle, I'm the motorcycle ring king Brand new breed, creek

After hours I make beds rock like Barney Rubble It's kinda subtle, the way that my flow bores And leave your ears up shit creek without a funk oar Now

old gate is rusting in the rain. Children, comin' home from school, no longer skim their pebbles on the old town creek That just around the bend becomes

honkey tonk But loud crowds and line dancing Just ain't what they really want Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek And where it'

Be good to me, honey, I'm on your side I'm gonna bend, gonna let a lot slide But hey, what's the deal with your Jekyll and Hyde? Rough as a dry creek

Old gray fence, tar chipped road Martin?s creek, I'm almost home Whitetail buck by a one lane bridge 'Round the bend, up on the ridge There?s Thompson

big cats comin cuz there's nowhere left to go you gotta look out for bear when you?re fishing on lee?s creek they?ll come round the bend and they?

when I hit the disc gong, the vibrations will start circulation of gongs, the body's meridians and everything that has pores, even obsidians with the creek