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[D]Just a little way down [G]Mount Bonnel Road
[A]Theres a little place where the[D] beer is cold
[D]Dry Creek caf[G] and dock
[A]No place better come f[D]ive oclock
Just off the lake a two story bar
You know youre there when you see the cars
Lined up and parked along
Jukebox playing a Guy Clark song
I [A]wanna go down to Dry Creek
[Em]Down among the live oak trees
No pla[A]yin cards or leavin bottles around
You can [G]sit on the dock and watch the s[A]un go d[D]own
Theres a weathered deck right upstairs
A few odd tables and rusty chairs
Spring days when the hills are green
Feel the Texas sun warm on your skin
Aint it good to be back again
Peoples voices with the swaying trees
Honeysuckles on a gentle breeze
Sara owns the place and she lives in a shack
A green trailer parked out back
High dollar condos are closin in
And she aint thinking bout giving in
Rumors go around with the offers they make
For the little piece of land there by the lake
She tells em all to go to hell
After fifty years she aint gonna sell
So if you want to keep the bulldozers back
Stop and get a drink at the Dry Creek shack
Watch Lake Austin and a big blue sky
You wont ever have to ask me why
[D]Just a little way down [G]Mount Bonnel Road
[A]Theres a little place where the[D] beer is cold
[D]Dry Creek caf[G] and dock
[A]No place better come f[D]ive oclock
Just off the lake a two story bar
You know youre there when you see the cars
Lined up and parked along
Jukebox playing a Guy Clark song
I [A]wanna go down to Dry Creek
[Em]Down among the live oak trees
No pla[A]yin cards or leavin bottles around
You can [G]sit on the dock and watch the s[A]un go d[D]own
Theres a weathered deck right upstairs
A few odd tables and rusty chairs
Spring days when the hills are green
Feel the Texas sun warm on your skin
Aint it good to be back again
Peoples voices with the swaying trees
Honeysuckles on a gentle breeze
Sara owns the place and she lives in a shack
A green trailer parked out back
High dollar condos are closin in
And she aint thinking bout giving in
Rumors go around with the offers they make
For the little piece of land there by the lake
She tells em all to go to hell
After fifty years she aint gonna sell
So if you want to keep the bulldozers back
Stop and get a drink at the Dry Creek shack
Watch Lake Austin and a big blue sky
You wont ever have to ask me why