| If the good Lord’s willing and the creek stays down
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| I’ll be in your arms, time the moon come around
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| For a taste of love that’s shining in your eyes
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| If the rooster crows at the cracking of the dawn
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| I’ll be there just as sure as you’re born
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| If the good Lord’s willing and the creeks don’t rise
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| I’ll comb my hair down, brush my teeth
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| Shine up, slick up, dress up neat
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| Get everything looking just right
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| Because I want to look pretty when I see you tonight
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| Just as sure as the rabbits are a jumping in the holler
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| I’ll be there, you can bet your bottom dollar
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| If the good Lord’s willing and the creeks don’t rise
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| If the good Lord’s willing and the creek stays low
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| I’ll be there a knocking at your door
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| With a hug and a kiss for the one I idolize
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| I’ll wear my suit, my Sunday best, I’ll be there looking my best
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| If the good Lord’s willing and the creeks don’t rise
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| I’ll feed the mules and slop the hogs
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| Feed the cows and chop all the logs
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| Get all of my working done
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| 'Cause tonight we’re going to have lots of fun
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| Just as sure as there ever was a preacher man
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| I’ll be there with a ring for your hand
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| If the good Lord’s willing and the creeks don’t rise |