Creek Between Heaven & Hell

Sunday morning service
Used to make me nervous
The preacher'd sweat and shout
Jumping up and down
Talking 'bout the devil coming round

He said Sunday fishing was a sin
To a whole back pew of men
And the holy ghost would know
If you loaded up your poles
And headed to the old fishing hole

Time will only tell
On a creek between heaven and hell

Daddy used to warn my brother
'Bout taking young girls as lovers
A baby in your life
You'll have to take a wife
Then you'll go from boy to a man

He said, "Old mother nature
Keeps young men in danger
So when the water's low
And your necking on the bank
Please boy, try to stop and think"

Time will only tell
On a creek between heaven and hell

My uncle had a problem drinking
They say he had a problem thinking
About Vietnam and all of his friends
That never made it back with him

Every morning at the quick pack store
He'd buy a fifth or more
With his govt check, he'd go
And get wrecked by the banks
Of the running water

Time will only tell
On a creek between heaven and hell