Crickle Creek River

Julian Austin/Stephen Robichaud/Barry Mathers/Gil Grand

 

I remember that dreadful summer night back in Ď72

Daddy and my uncles were down by the river

Thatís where they was cooking their brew

Sheriff came round with five of his men

Pointing their lights and guns

My daddy looked at me then he pointed to the woods

Daddy told me to run boy, run

 

Well I took off runniní like a scared jack rabbit

Hid behind an old oak tree

Heard the shotguns blastiní through the midnight sky

That sound will forever haunt me

Thatís the night that I swore revenge

Iíd make them pay for what they did

 

Thatís the night the sheriff and his men

Killed my daddy and four of my kin

They lit up the skies like the fourth of July

When they blew up the stills that made daddyís moonshine

Thatís the night that the alligators fed

The night that Crickle Creek River ran red

 

Well we grew up wild as a Cudsoo vine

My four cousins and me

Been in trouble with the law since the time we could crawl

Guess itís just our family tree

On a full moon night on a Louisiana back road

Sheriff had a call come

Said thereís trouble down by the river

You best bring a few of your men

Ten years ago on this fourth of July

You killed our daddies, now weíre takiní your lives

 

Thatís the night me and my kin

Made them pay for what they did

We had a taste of revenge as we watched them die

We washed it down with olí daddyís moonshine

Thatís the night that the alligators fed

The night that Crickle Creek River ran red

 

Ten years ago on this fourth of July

They killed our daddies now weíve taken their lives

 

Thatís the night me and my kin

Made them pay for what they did

You should have seen them grown men cry

We showed no mercy as we watched them die

Thatís the night that the alligators fed

The night that Crickle Creek River ran red

 

Thatís the night that the alligators fed

The night that Crickle Creek River

Once again ran red