Lyrics: Bitter Creek

Once I was young and so unsure,
I'd try any ill to find the cure.
An old man told me,
tryin' to scold me,
"Oh, son, don't wade too deep
in Bitter Creek".

Out where the desert meets the sky
is where I go when I wanna hide.
Oh, peyote, oh, peyote, mm,
she tried to show me, tried to show me,
you know there ain't no cause to weep
at Bitter Creek, Bitter Creek,
doo doo doo doo doo.

We're gonna hit the road for one last time,
we can walk right in and steal 'em blind.
All that money, all that money, ooh,
no more runnin', no more runnin'.
I can't wait to see the old man's face
when I win the race.
Bitter Creek,
doo doo doo doo doo.