Lake Fork Verne — The Creek That Was

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The Creek That Was
by:  Verne Garrison, May 15, 2008
at Valley Park,  Mo.
Banjo tuned to E played in key of D

      D     G      D
There was a little creek,
                              A
That ran thru the old Edwards place
       D        G        D
I used to pass it every week
              A        D
But now it is barely a trace

                   G                        D
Navy beans, little democrats, my dad called them
                                          A
Would soak all day in a pot of that creek water
     D             G
They were the main course
                   D
Of my grandparents supper

                  G            D
That little creek is now grown over
                            A
Corporate farmers plowed it shut
     D              G              D
They got three more feet for their rovers
                          A                D
Sealed shut, our memories to satisfy their glut

          G             D
But I can still picture it
                              A
Like it was when my dad was a lad
     D   G             D
With his little wooden bucket
                  A                 D
Drawing water for their supper, how glad

            G            D
I can still see where it was,
                        A
When I drive by the old place
       D      G      D
Hidden in the grassy waterway
                           A     D
Ignoring the farm tractors noisy buzz

                 G
Yes, they boiled their navy (D beans
                                       A
Little democrats is what my dad called them
        G                  D
In that clear, clean creek water
          A    D
The creek that was..

No creek there no more..