Once I was young and so unsure
I´d try any ill to find the cure
An old man told me
Tried to scold me
"Whoa, son, don´t wade too deep

In Bitter Creek"
(Bitter Creek)

Out where the desert meets the sky
Is where I go when I wanna hide
Oh, peyote (oh, peyote, oooh...)
She tried to show me (tried to show me)
You know there ain´t no cause to weep
At Bitter Creek
(Bitter Creek)

We´re gonna hit the road for one last time
We can walk right in and steal ´em blind
All that money (all that money, oooh...)
No more runnin´ (no more runnin´)
I can´t wait to see the old man´s face
When I win the race
(Bitter Creek)