Sittin' by the Creek Video (MV)

Sittin' by the creek with a guitar in my lap
The strings are barely hanging' on and the neck is full of cracks
Listen to the water flow and then I strum along
Sit back crack another beer and let the mountains write my song
Oh, there's something you don't know
To keep my beers all frosty cold I put them in the snow
Some folks love big money or the cell phones on their head
And all them fancy things you can't take with you when you're dead
Jamming by the creekside done me pretty well so far
All I need's a six pack and this trusty old guitar
Oh, I can tell you where to go
To see the smog-filled sunset from the valley down below
When I croak and die just like people always do
Take me to the mountains where the sky is clear and blue
Drag me up the hillside to the place I hang my hat
And tell my wife to dig a hole and bury me out back
Oh, there's something you don't know
To keep my beers all frosty cold I put them in the snow
Oh, the beer is almost gone
Thank God for the mountain creek that helped me write this song