Brushy Creek

I got a guitar; you got a smile
We can go to Brushy Creek for a while
And have us a good time
There ain’t nothing like the sound
Of the hill country singing in the background
Well your grandparents own this land
Built this house with their hands
And lived a good life
Now they’re looking down
Dancing to the hill country background
Oh there’s a round rock that lies midstream
We can go there and share our dreams
Hike on up to the railroad tracks
And maybe hold hands when we walk back
A place to think and come back home
When we’re tired and feeling alone
In this good life
Where our love is found
In the hill country singing in the background
I got a guitar; you got a ring
Let’s go to Brushy Creek this spring
And have us a good time
There ain’t nothing like the sound
Of the hill country singing in the background