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up the Creek

I never called you on your birthday Ďcause I spent the night in jail.
Iíve got no money left I drank it all last week.
Trouble tracks me like a hound, stomps my pride into the ground.
Canít catch a break ÖÖ.even when I cheat.

From the long arm of the law I get the short end of the stick.
Peace of mind I have but only when I sleep.
If thereís a need to talk to me, thereís just two places I might be.
Look inside the doghouseÖ.. or up the creek.
Up the creek, searchiní for my four leaf clover.
For a chance to try and turn my life around.
Heaven knows the fix Iím in, never fast enough to win.
Good luck charm canít be too far from beiní found.


Ahead of me there lies the low road through the wastelands of despair.
A place where empty souls and hopelessness abound.
Here in comfort I do roam, often enough to call my home.
ĎTil the day I find the path to higher ground.
In my shadow thereís a vision of a broken hollow man.
A shameless portrait with a worn out guilty grin.
Good intentions left to die, hard luck rarely passes by.
This stubborn soul Ö.. ainít giviní in.

Up the creek searchiní for my four leaf clover.
For a chance to try and turn my life around.
Heaven knows the fix Iím in, never fast enough to win.
Good luck charm canít be too far from beiní found.
My good luck charm canít be too far from beiní found.

© 2007 Mike Parrish -All Rights Reserved




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