I don’t know why but I’m havin’ vivid memories of my childhood this mornin…,the old man said…sipping on a Pepsi…
there was this creek over in Oak Cliff where teenagers used to kill each other at…,rolled ice around…took another swig…
that was a real fun place…electric company had wires over the water…we’d swing on ’em…jump in…camped there…
all that changed when I found that kid there with a knife in his back…
all that changed…
he was a real close friend…
thinkin’ ’bout my childhood…just thinkin’ ‘ bout that creek…
