There's a whisper in the tall oak trees, down by Turkey Hen Creek, barefoot kids in the summer sun, wading through water so sweet
Crow dads hide in the cool mud trails, while we laugh and catch them for fun, hands sticky sweet from a watermelon, underneath that blazing sun
Turkey Hen Creek, where the river runs slow, whispering secrets that only we know, summer days and watermelon smiles, country dreams for a thousand miles and miles
Grandpa's story's about the days gone by, echoed by the water's edge, we nod our heads and hide our grins, eating watermelon wedge by wedge
The creek's a friend that never lied, cool and calm in the summer's pride, bare footsteps and a child's delight, crow dads dancing in the soft twilight
Turkey Hen Creek, where the river runs slow, whispering secrets that only we know, summer days and watermelon smiles, country dreams for a thousand miles and miles
The creek's a friend that never lied, cool and calm in the summer's pride, bare footsteps and a child's delight, crow dads dancing in the soft twilight
Turkey Hen Creek, where the river runs slow, whispering secrets that only we know, summer days and watermelon smiles, country dreams for a thousand miles and miles