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sunday morning service, used to make me nervous-
the preacher sweat & shout, jumping up & down, talkin' bout the devil coming round-
he said " sunday fishing was a sin", to a whole back pew
of men-
and the holy ghost would if you loaded up your poles,
and headed to the old fishing hole-
time will only tell, on a creek between heaven & 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 a young man in danger"
so when the waters low & your necking on the bank,
please boy try to stop & think-
time will only tell, on creek between heaven & hell
my uncle had a problem drinking, they say he had a problem thinking, bout Vietnam & all of his friends
that never made it back with him-
every morning at the quick package store, he'd buy a
5th or more, with his gov't check, he'd go & get wrecked
by the banks of the running water-
time will only tell, on a creek between heaven & hell
ay he had a problem thinking, bout Vietnam & all of his friends that
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