Bitter Creek

Brenn Hill

Last night I fell asleep

And dreamed of Bitter Creek

The long red road windin' from the sagebrush to the peak

And the cold black timber swayin'

in the golden sunlight streak

And the cool clear water rollin' o'er the rocks of Bitter Creek

Where I rode for the brand

And I made one good hand

I broke wild horses and I took care of the land

And today my eyes are misty

And the tears roll off my cheek

As I sit here in this city and I dream of Bitter Creek

The long red canyon walls

The lonely coyote calls

The golden grassy meadow full of cattle in the fall

I was young and I was restless

I thought I knew it all

Now I'm stuck here in this city with my back against the wall

But I rode for the brand

And I made one good hand

I washed my reckless soul inside the blood of the land

And my eyes are ever misty

The tears roll off my cheek

When I think of all I left behind up on Bitter Creek

The blue-eyed girl Lucille

I can see her still

I loved her then and now I know that I forever will

But my eyes are growin' tired

And its hard for me to speak

Rememberin' the love I lost

Up on Bitter Creek

I close my eyes just one last time

And I'm home on Bitter Creek