Songs:
Catoma Creek
George Carter was a black man that lived on Catoma Creek
Used that water making corn-mashed whisky lord that tasted sweet
Did enough business to see that his kids would eat
Such a man of meager means became the legend of Catoma Creek
He was out choppin firewood to burn underneath his still
Looked up to the sound of torn metal coming from over the hill
Ran down to the creek bank just in time to see
A bus load of kids teetered on the bridge then the bus fell into the creek
He's the legend of Catoma Creek
Sometimes around midnight you can still hear the children weep
Hey mister can you save my brother he's little and the water's deep
Such a man of meager means became the legend of Catoma Creek
It was deep in the heart of winter and the water was cold as hell
And George Carter never learned to swim how he did it I just can't tell
All I know is on a cold grey morning, just in the nick of time
He died in the water saving 15 lives one of those lives was mine
He's the legend of Catoma Creek
Sometimes around midnight you can still hear the children weep
Hey mister can you save my brother he's little and the water's deep
Those words made Geoge Carter the legend of Catoma Creek
Such a man of meager means became the legend of Catoma Creek
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Copyright 1994-2008
