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Luke Bryan ನಿಮ್ಮ ಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸೈಟ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾವುದೇ ಜೀವನಚರಿತ್ರೆ ಹೊಂದಿದೆ. ಕೆಳಗಿನ ಲಿಂಕ್ ಕ್ಲಿಕ್ ಸೇರಿಸಬಹುದು.

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ಕೊನೆಯ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ: Muckalee Creek

                                  It flows underneath the 32 bridge,

And cuts through the heart of South Georgia.

Big copperheads and mean wild pigs,

And gators in the weeds waitin' for ya.



I leave my own in the truck,

I leave my truck at the road

My four-wheeler gets me where I wanna go

I leave the world behind,

I pull my hat down low,

Get back to my roots, by a full moon glow



I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there

On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild here

I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stomp

And a catfish line going, bom bom

An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire

And drink to a sweet swamp song.

So if you're looking for me, don't even bother

When I dip my feet in that Muckalee Creek water.



Daddy brought me down here when I was a kid

Taught me how to bait a crawfish basket.

From the time I was old enough to walk

He had me running down squirrels and rabbits.



I feel right at home in this neck of the woods

If this was all I had, I'd be living good

So let the stock market do what it's gonna do

Let the dollar go down and gas soar through the roof



I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there

On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild here

I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stomp

And a catfish line going, bom bom

An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire

And drink to a sweet swamp song.

So if you're looking for me, don't even bother

When I dip my feet in that Muckalee Creek water.



I'm free, and I'm me

Being everything that I wanna be

Nobody chucking with me,

No sign of the city lights.

Hell with the city lights!



Well I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there

On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild here

I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stomp

And a catfish line going, bom bom bom

An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire

And drink to a sweet swamp song.

So if you're looking for me, don't even holler

When I get my feet in that Muckalee Creek water.

That Muckalee Creek water.