Lake Fork Verne - The creek that was

There ^Dwas a ^Glittle ^Dcreek, That ran thru the old Edwards ^Aplace I used ^Dto pass i^Gt every w^Deek But now it is ^Abarely a ^Dtrace

Navy beans, little ^Gdemocrats, my dad called ^Dthem Would soak all day in a pot of that creek ^Awater They ^Dwere the main ^Gcourse Of my grandparents ^Dsupper

That little creek ^Gis now grown ^Dover Corporate farmers plowed it ^Ashut They ^Dgot three more ^Gfeet for their ^Drovers Sealed shut, our memories ^Ato satisfy their ^Dglut

But I can ^Gstill picture ^Dit Like it was when my dad was a ^Alad With ^Dhis ^Glittle wooden ^Dbucket Drawing water for ^Atheir supper, how ^Dglad

I can still ^Gsee where it ^Dwas, When I drive by the old ^Aplace Hidden ^Din the ^Ggrassy ^Dwaterway Ignoring the farm tractors ^Anoisy ^Dbuzz

Yes, they boiled ^Gtheir navy (D beans Little democrats is what my dad called ^Athem In that ^Gclear, clean creek ^Dwater The creek ^Athat ^Dwas..