Dry Creek

Capo on 2nd fret D G Just a little way down Mount Bonnel Road A D Theres a little place where the beer is cold D G Dry Creek caf and dock A D No place better come five oclock Just off the lake a two story bar You know youre there when you see the cars Lined up and parked along Jukebox playing a Guy Clark song A I wanna go down to Dry Creek Em Down among the live oak trees A No playin cards or leavin bottles around G A D You can sit on the dock and watch the sun go down Theres a weathered deck right upstairs A few odd tables and rusty chairs Spring days when the hills are green Feel the Texas sun warm on your skin Aint it good to be back again Peoples voices with the swaying trees Honeysuckles on a gentle breeze Sara owns the place and she lives in a shack A green trailer parked out back High dollar condos are closin in And she aint thinking bout giving in Rumors go around with the offers they make For the little piece of land there by the lake She tells em all to go to hell After fifty years she aint gonna sell So if you want to keep the bulldozers back Stop and get a drink at the Dry Creek shack Watch Lake Austin and a big blue sky You wont ever have to ask me why