Beaver Creek, Beaver Creek.
Oh, I loved growin up in Beaver Creek.
I miss, wadin, splashin, playin,
down on Beaver Creek.
Only thing I don't miss,
was gittin all those stickers in my feet.
On Beaver Creek.
Well, my best friend Tommy, was my best friend.
We still talk on the phone every now and then.
We reminess about our days in Beaver Creek.
We both agree, we don't miss,
gittin all those stickers in our feet.
On Beaver Creek.
I attended Beaver Creek High School.
When I was there, I had a ball.
But, about the only class I ever passed was study hall.
I liked a girl named Sally Allie.
She was voted ugliest girl in school.
But, I thought Sally Allie was kinda cool.
I used to sneak love notes into her locker.
I was about the only boy in school who didn't knock her.
Now she's a super modle. She is lookin fine.
And all the guys from school are jellous:
Cause, she married me, and now she's mine all mine.
Beaver Creek, Beaver Creek.
Oh, I miss growin up in Beaver Creek.
I miss wadin, splashin, playin, down on Beaver Creek.
Only thing I don't miss,
was gittin all those stickers in my feet.
On Beaver Creek.
I talked with Tommy on the phone again today.
He told me that his Daddy passed away.
He was cryin when he told me.
And, now his mamma is alone.
Lord, it's hard to give a friend a hug
on the telephone.
Beaver Creek! Beaver Creek!
Oh, I miss my friend, and growin up in Beaver Creek.
I miss bonfires, hayrack rides, old pick-up trucks.
I miss, Tippin cows, kissin gals then tellin pals,
and Sunday pick-nicks after Church.
I miss wadin, splashin, playin, down on Beaver Creek.
And I guess, I'll confess, sometimes I even miss,
gittin all those stickers in my feet.
On Beaver Creek, Beaver Creek, Beaver Creek... fade