Nobody told us we should steer clear

There's mud on our feet and the grass

It tastes like turpentine

Down at Ben Johnson's Creek

There's a broken pipeline that spills into the water

We go out walking one day

And a couple of mean old boys come up to us and say

Ben Johnson's now public domain

We tried to pay him off but all he wanted was to stay



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We like Ben Johnson's place

There's white table grapes and his mother planted these

Now all these willows will go

Ben Johnson held out as long as a body can hold



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Down at Ben Johnson's Creek

There's a broken pipeline that spills into the water