Bitter Creek - Eagles

Once I was young and so unsure

I’d try any ill to find the cure

An old man told me

Tried to scold me

«Whoa, son, don’t wade too deep

In Bitter Creek»

(Bitter Creek)

Out where the desert meets the sky

Is where I go when I wanna hide

Oh, peyote (oh, peyote, oooh…)

She tried to show me (tried to show me)

You know there ain’t no cause to weep

At Bitter Creek

(Bitter Creek)

We’re gonna hit the road for one last time

We can walk right in and steal 'em blind

All that money (all that money, oooh…)

No more runnin' (no more runnin')

I can’t wait to see the old man’s face

When I win the race

(Bitter Creek)