Creekwater Clear

[Verse 1: Charlie Worsham]
Between the moccasins, the skeeters and the gators
Old tires and rusted out refrigerators
You'd think it's a wonder I made it out alive, yeah
I learned to watch my step and how to swim there
My first fish and my first beer still buried in there
Along with the all the where-I'm-from, I grew up and left behind

[Chorus: Charlie Worsham & Elle King]
Ain't it funny how you gotta leave home sometimes to find it?
My ramblin' liked to sink me like a stone
The world don't often look like the Lord designеd it
Turns out it was under them bare feet all along
Somеwhere in the mud and kudzu vines, the suns still shines
Brighter in my memory there than it does here
Lookin' back into that Delta, flat Mississippi mirror
I see it all creekwater clear

[Post-Chorus: Elle King, Charlie Worsham]
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Ooh

[Verse 2: Elle King, Elle King & Charlie Worsham]
If I said today I'm good, I'd be a liar
'Cause that "something's missing" sticks me like a briar
It's been so long since I've been back, so long I can't believe
So with a six-pack, some crickets and a cane pole
I'm headed down where that muddy water flows
If I can only find myself this time, I may never leave

[Chorus: Charlie Worsham & Elle King]
Ain't it funny how you gotta leave home sometimes to find it?
My ramblin' liked to sink me like a stone
The world don't often look like the Lord designed it
Turns out it was under them bare feet all along
Somewhere in the mud and kudzu vines, the suns still shines
Brighter in my memory there than it does here (Than it does here)
Lookin' back into that Delta, flat Mississippi mirror
I see it all creekwater clear

[Bridge: Charlie Worsham & Elle King, Charlie Worsham]
Down under them roots, in the banks in between
It might look dirty, but it'll wash you clean

[Chorus: Charlie Worsham, Charlie Worsham & Elle King]
Ain't it funny how you gotta leave home sometimes to find it?
My ramblin' liked to sink me like a stone
The world don't often look like the Lord designed it
Turns out it was under them bare feet all along
Somewhere in the mud and kudzu vines, the suns still shines
Brighter in my memory there than it does here (Than it does here)
Lookin' back into that Delta, flat Mississippi mirror
I see it all creekwater clear

[Outro: Elle King]
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
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