On days like today My thoughts drift away To time spent on Caney Creek. By day fishin' poles, And deep swimmin' holes. At night We'd play hide and seek. Memories fade And soon go away. Like the gray That my hair has turned But one has remained. And with all it's pain, Each night In my mind it burns. Sing sing me a song With an old melody. Take take me back home. Let the water Wash over me. A sweet little girl With pretty blonde curls. She was mommy's great joy. And she worshipped me. Cuz' I was 13 Mommy and daddy's big boy. By the pale moonlight, I snuck out one night. And walked down to old Caney Creek. But I didn't see That she followed me, As I went To the water so deep. Tonight I weep on old Caney Creek. And stand here a broken old man. In the water so clear I offer a tear, Where her fingers slipped from my hand. Sing sing me a song With an old melody. Take take me back home. Let the water Wash over me.