"Swafford Creek"
Words and Music by Just A Hobby
Appears on Idle
In the deep Saquatche Valley, where the sun she goes to sleep.
The men are out a-hunting' and the widow woman weeps.
She heard a gun at sundown but she don't go out to peek.
It's just another killing was down at Swafford Creek.
That Bowman kid was working in the field behind the shed.
two cops came up behind him & put a bullet in his head.
His daddy shot the sheriff in a moonshine raid last week.
But the boy, he ain't done nothing, but that's how it goes at Swafford Creek.
Someone shot the Rector, man died first they claimed.
The woman was a witness, she was in the family way.
Most folks they know who done it; it's a secret that they keep.
Nobody needs to lock their doors at night in Swafford Creek.
In the deep Saquatche Valley, where the sun she goes to sleep.
The men are out a-hunting' and the widow woman weeps.
She heard a gun at sundown but she don't go out to peek.
It's just another killing was down at Swafford Creek.
© 1998 Just A Song
