It flows underneath the 32 bridge.
It cuts through the heart of south Georiga.
Big copper heads, and mean wild pigs.
And gator's in the weeds, waitin' for ya.
I leave my phone in the truck.
I leave my truck at the road.
My four-wheeler gets me to where I wanna go.
I leave the world behind, I pull my hat down low.
Get back to my roots, by a full moon glow.

I got an old John boat that I stow down there, on them hot summer 
nights, 
When I get a wild hair.
I got a moonshine stash, in a Cypress stump.
And a catfish line goin' BUMP  BUMP.
And old tractor tire, when I sit by the fire.
And drink to a sweet swamp song.
So if you're looking for me, don't even bother.
When I dip my feet in that Muckalee Creek Water

Daddy brought me down here when I was a kid
Taught me how to bait a crawfish basket
From the time I was old enough to walk,
He had me running down squirrels and rabbits.
I feel right at home, in this neck of the woods
If this was all I had, I'd be living good.
So let the stock market do what its gonna do,
Let the dollar go down and gas soar through the roof.

I got an old John boat that I stow down there, on them hot summer 
nights, 
When I get a wild hair.
I got a moonshine stash, in a Cypress stump.
And a catfish line goin' BUMP BUMP.
And old tractor tire, when I sit by the fire.
And drink to a sweet swamp song.
So if you're looking for me, don't even bother.
When I dip my feet in that Muckalee Creek Water

I'm free and I'm me, being everything that I wanna be.
Nobody jackin with me, No sign of the city lights.
Hell with them city lights.

Well, I got an old John boat that I stow down there, on them hot 
summer nights, 
When I get a wild hair.
I got a moonshine stash, in a Cypress stump.
And a catfish line goin' BUMP BUMP BUMP
And old tractor tire, when I sit by the fire.
And drink to a sweet swamp song.
So if you're looking for me, don't even holler.
When I get down deep in that Muckalee Creek Water
That Mucklee Creek Water