Strawberry Creek - Tom Pacheco
My pickap s loaded I`m ready to go
Up in the hills on the backroads
Got a cold case of beer and my grand-daddy s pole
A coffee can of worms and a map of the road
Where the deer run wiId and the rabbit runs free
and the sun on the water it sparkles
where the soft wind blows, and the honeysuckle grows
And the rainbow trout jump high and low
And I`m gonmna go fishin`
Down at Strawberry Creek
Might stay for a weekend
Might stay for a week
Gonna sit in the sunshine
By a shady old tree
And the closest that I`ll ever get to heaven
Is Strawberry Creek
I been working too hard its time for a rest
And my love and I - we`ve been firghting
I`m going to escape to a secret place
Where I can still see the smile on my grandpas face
There s a 37- Ford with an old runnin board
Been rustin in the woods for a Iifetime
It was my grandpas getawaycar long ago
From a bank that he robbed, God bless his souI
He`s buried right here by a little wooden bridge,
And I can t tell ya how much I miss him
I light a cigarette, and I lay on his stone
For the, stories he`d tell as he`d roll his own