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Just a little way down Mount Bonnel Road 
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There's a little place where the beer is cold 
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Dry Creek caf? and dock 
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No place better come five o'clock 
 
Just off the lake a two story bar 

You know you're there when you see the cars 

Lined up and parked along 

Jukebox playing a Guy Clark song 
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I wanna go down to Dry Creek 
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Down among the live oak trees 
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No playin' cards or leavin' bottles around 
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You can sit on the dock and watch the sun go down 
 
There's 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 
Ain't it good to be back again 
People's 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 ain't 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 ain't 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 won't ever have to ask me why