Owen Temple

Dry creek



Just a little way down Mount Bonnel Road There’s a little place where the beer is cold Dry Creek café and dock No place better come five o’clock Just off the lake a two story bar You know you’re there when you see the cars Lined up and parked along Jukebox playing a Guy Clark song I wanna go down to Dry Creek Down among the live oak trees No playin’ cards or leavin’ bottles around You can sit on the dock and watch the sun go down There’s a weathered deck right upstairs A few odd tables and rusty chairs Spring days when the hills are green Feel the Texas sun warm on your skin Ain’t it good to be back again People’s voices with the swaying trees Honeysuckles on a gentle breeze Sara owns the place and she lives in a shack A green trailer parked out back High dollar condos are closin’ in And she ain’t thinking ‘bout giving in Rumors go around with the offers they make For the little piece of land there by the lake She tells ‘em all to go to hell After fifty years she ain’t gonna sell So if you want to keep the bulldozers back Stop and get a drink at the Dry Creek shack Watch Lake Austin and a big blue sky You won’t ever have to ask me why