On Buck Creek

take me away to the mountains around buck creek
lead the way, lead me astray, to the fog and the fire at buck creek

where the woods are so welcome, there families meet
and there’s always moonshine passed round the way
where rifles shoot straight and horses are strong
and we kill for every meal

on buck creek, there aren’t any streets, just trails that weave by the stream
our nights bring solace and rear that just one more bottle of beer

we’re fattening up wildstock and splitting cold wood
where a couple of coyotes have just slaughtered
a doe from the forest, it’s ugly but honest
and man did not interfere