The Creek Is On The Rise

(album: Belt Buckles And Brass Knuckles - 2013)

Moccasin Creek, we're on the rise

Record man says that I'm doing it wrong
And the radio don't wanna play my song
But you know that the creek is on the rise (Yeah momma)
There's a big old stage where I belong
So get ready people 'cause it won't be long now
You know that the creek is on the rise (Wooo)

Well, they told these ol' country boys we're doing it wrong (Nuh uh)
They said radio won't play my songs
They said we push the envelope and we've been known to offend
Yep, here's my middle finger bitch, ride it and spin
I'm just speaking what they wanna hear so let me preach
We don't ever wanna be another industry leech (Nuh uh)
Take them label paper offers, you can throw 'em in the trash
We won't ever be your puppets, you can kiss my ass
See we built our little castle now I'm digging the moat
And that flood rising quick better get your boat (Come on)
We gotta nation of good folks we call our fam'
Riding with us through the waters till we bust that dam
Yea, we're coming at you stronger than a dead skunk ass
40 days and 40 nights before the storms gone pass
Roll the dice if you want, I bet you roll snake eyes
And keep walking in the creek and get your ass baptized, yeah

Record man says that I'm doing it wrong
And the radio don't wanna play my song
But you know that the creek is on the rise (Woo)
There's a big old stage where I belong
So get ready people 'cause it won't be long now
You know that the creek is on the rise (Check it out)

We ain't country, we ain't rap, we ain't even rock n roll
We ain't anything you say we are, so why the pigeon hole? (What's up)
All the people in the industry giving the comparisons
You said we sound like who dude? That's embarrassing
See I can write a hook without mentioning a truck
Big tires, thick mud, cold beers or big bucks
It's the same ol' song, you got the same ol' dance
I speak the truth to you clowns trying to walk in my pants
You know it's true, yeah you do, yeah I threw that stone
And most of y'all fake chumps sold out just like the iPhone
Back again, run and tell your friends
Brahma Bull's here picking on them wannabe's again
Ha ha, yeah man y'all make me laugh
But you backstabbing clowns just can kiss my ass
Watch out now because the crew runs deep
And Michael Phelps couldn't swim through the moccasin creek
Yeah

Record man says that I'm doing it wrong
And the radio don't wanna play my song
But you know that the creek is on the rise (Come on)
There's a big old stage where I belong
So get ready people 'cause it won't be long now
You know that the creek is on the rise