Down by the creek, or the river unseen
There's a bunch of guys, laying low and mean
Waiting for a chance to have some good fun
They all will come out, with the setting of the sun
Down in the South, where everybody goes
Down by the bayou, where the frogs all grow
They're having a party, and playing their guitars
Out amongst nature, underneath the stars
One's got a banjo, the other's playing harp
Sitting by the fire, covered by the tarp
Fireflies around 'em, lighting up the night
Tuning up their instruments, to play them just right
Special friends, they are, and they believe in what they do
They'll always give a helping hand to somebody new
Buddies forever, with wisdom to share
Giving love and bonding..to show how much they care
They're a band of men, who will always see you through
And they all try to make each other's dreams come true
So go down by the bayou, or the river someday.
There's a mystery about them, people always say...
written by Susan Jane Kahon
February 19,2002
ICYU
9:02pm
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