Sycamore Creek

I can see her in that water

Church dress hung up in a tree

Splashing, flirting, laughing, teasing me

An afternoon of seeds

Swimming naked in a pool of dreams

Last high school summer dripping dry by Sycamore Creek

She kissed me one last time heading home

And I'm still haunted by what she said when I'm alone

She said, "You got a chance to be

Free of all these small town strings

That tie the rest of us down

So boy, quit your hanging around

Take that guitar and run

Faster than the setting sun

You can write a song later about my memory

You can always come back, you can always come back

To Sycamore Creek"

Well, the guitar made the magic

And I just hung on for the ride

I walked amongst giants, played with legends side by side

She came to see me in New Orleans

And on a tour bus after the show

I kissed goodbye the one I never should have let go

She said, "You got a chance to be

So wild on those guitar strings

Stage lights in every town

Hey look where you're hanging around

Take that guitar and run

Faster than the setting sun

You can write a song later about my memory

You can always come back, you can always come back

To Sycamore Creek"

Well, I knew she'd gotten married

And I always forget the guy's name

But he played tight end the year that we won district

It got bad and it got ugly

Through tears one night she called me

I drove ten hours to the water, I couldn't resist it

I said, "Girl, you got a chance to be

Free of all these small town strings

Cut the ties that keep you down

So girl, quit your hanging around

Take this money and run

Faster than the setting sun"

She soaked my shirt crying over memories

I said, "Don't ever come back, no, never come back

To Sycamore Creek"