Lyrics:
Bitter Creek

was young and so unsure I'd try any ill to find a cure An old man told me Tried to scold me 'Whoa, son, don't wade to deep in Bitter Creek' (Bitter Creek

and so unsure I'd try any ill to find the cure An old man told me Tryin' to scold me "Oh, son, don't wade to deep in Bitter Creek," (Bitter Creek

Translation: Eagles. Bitter Creek.

and so unsure I'd try any ill to find the cure An old man told me Tryin' to scold me "Oh, son, don't wade to deep in Bitter Creek," (Bitter Creek

and so unsure I'd try any ill to find the cure An old man told me Tryin' to scold me "Oh, son, don't wade to deep in Bitter Creek," (Bitter Creek

was young and so unsure I’d try any ill to find the cure An old man told me Tryin’ to scold me ’oh, son, don’t wade to deep in bitter creek,’ (bitter creek

Oh, there's good 'n' bad things about the South, boy Oh, and some leave a bitter taste in my mouth, now Yeah, like the black man livin' across the track

pipe There ain't gon' be no revolution tonight Half of my warriors as high as a kite Lost and they lost all they fight And I've tasted, the bitter tragedy

I may be down but don?t count me out Count me in to the bitter end You know I?m fightin? an uphill battle I?m up a creek but I might have a paddle The