I can
see her in that wall,
in church dress hung up in a tree
Splashing, flirting, laughing, teasing me
An af ternoon of secrets,
swimmin' naked in a pool of dreams
Last high school summer
drippin' dry by
Sycamore
Creek
She kissed me one last time,
headin' home
And I'm still haunted by what
she said when I'm alone
She said, you've got a chance to be
free of all these small -town strings
That tie the rest of us down
So boy, quit your hangin' around
Take that guitar and run faster
than the setting sun
You can write a song later
about my memory
You can always come back,
you can always come back
To
Sycamore
Creek
Well, the guitar made the magic
And I just hung on for the ride
I walked amongst giants,
played with le gends side by side
She came to see me in
New
Orleans
And on a tour bus after the show
I kissed goodbye the one I
never should've let go
You said you got a chance to be
So wild on those guitar strings
Stage lights in every town
Hey look, we're hanging around
Take that guitar and come
Faster than the setting sun
You can write a song later
about my memory
You can always come back,
you can always come back
To
Sycamore
Creek
Well, I knew she'd gotten married
And I al ways forget the guy's name
But it played tight in the
year we won district
It got bad and it got ugly
Through tears one night she called me
And I drove ten hours to the water
I couldn't resist it
I said, girl, you got a chance to be
With all these small town streams
Cut the ties that keep you down
Listen, girl, but you're hanging around
Take this money and run
Faster than the setting sun
She soaked my shirt cry
ing over memories
Said don't ever come back,
don't ever come back
To
Sycamore
Creek
You