Cold Creek

Been so cold up in these damned hills,
I'm going to meander to the valley,
down to cold creek

Water so fresh and colder than any womans 'nevermind'
On cold creek

I took that sweet little woman,
As soon as the weather was nice
Up to cold creek

We made love like rapids, stirring it up and rolling stones
On cold creek

We never buried the hatchet but I laid my damned loose axe handle down in
Cold creek

I drove past that axe and the smell of you, and I thought of the axe, how do you do
On cold creek