WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE
Just a way down Mount Bonnell Road
There’s a little place where the beer is cold
Dry Creek Café and Dock
No place better come five o’clock
Just off the lake, a two story bar
You know you’re there when you see the cars
Lined up and parked along
Jukebox playing a Guy Clark song
I want to go down to Dry Creek
Down among the live oak trees
No playing cards or leaving bottles around
You can sit on the deck and watch the sun go down
There’s a weathered deck right upstairs
A few odd tables and rusty chairs
Spring days when the hills are green
The view beats all I’ve ever seen
Feel the Texas sun warm your skin
Ain’t it good to be back again
People’s voices with the swaying trees
Honeysuckles on a gentle breeze
I want to go down to Dry Creek
Down among the live oak trees
No playing cards or leaving bottles around
You can sit on the deck and watch the sun go down
Sarah owns the place and she lives in a shack
A green trailer parked out back
High dollar condos are closing in
She ain’t thinking about giving in
Rumors go around with the offers they make
For the little piece of land there by the lake
She tells ’em all to go to hell
After fifty years she ain’t gonna sell
I want to go down to Dry Creek
Down among the live oak trees
No playing cards or leaving bottles around
You can sit on the deck and watch the sun go down
So if you want to keep the bulldozers back
Stop and get a drink at the Dry Creek shack
Watch Lake Austin and the big blue sky
You won’t ever have to ask me why
I want to go down to Dry Creek
Down among the live oak trees
No playing cards or leaving bottles around
You can sit on the deck and watch the sun go down
Yeah, I want to go down to Dry Creek
Down among the live oak trees
No playing cards or leaving bottles around
You can sit on the deck and watch the sun go down
© 1997 Owen Temple Music (BMI)
