Brenn Hill - Bitter Creek lyrics

Last night I fell asleep And dreamed of Bitter Creek The long red road windin' from the sagebrush to the peak And the cold black timber swayin' in the golden sunlight streak And the cool clear water rollin' o'er the rocks of Bitter Creek Where I rode for the brand And I made one good hand I broke wild horses and I took care of the land And today my eyes are misty And the tears roll off my cheek As I sit here in this city and I dream of Bitter Creek The long red canyon walls The lonely coyote calls The golden gra**y meadow full of cattle in the fall I was young and I was restless I thought I knew it all Now I'm stuck here in this city with my back against the wall But I rode for the brand And I made one good hand I washed my reckless soul inside the blood of the land And my eyes are ever misty The tears roll off my cheek When I think of all I left behind up on Bitter Creek