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Down On Antelope Creek
Lyrics/Mike Wells
Music/Mike Wells & T D Carter ASCAP

1st Verse (Spoken)
There’s a beer joint way out there
Where the bikers and the cowboys meet,
Cowboy hats and leathers. . .
Down on Antelope Creek.

Pick-up trucks and Harleys
And it goes on as we speak,
Tattooed women and spurs,
Down on Antelope Creek.

The American flag hangs proudly
On the back of a corner booth,
To cover up the damage done,
By the toe of a biker’s boot.

Chains and knives, and 45’s
And the picture sure looks bleak!
But it happens every night,
Down on Antelope Creek.

Traces of the past
The “oil boom” at its peak
The roughnecks and ranchers,
Down on Antelope Creek.

Texas in the 30’s,
You know the West was really wild;
Black gold and red lights,
For a Mother’s greedy child. . . . . .
2nd Verse
Sagebrush covers the hills
Along with the sand, the sun and the heat,
Coyotes run the river
Down on Antelope Creek.

The Cottonwoods are as scarce as the rain
But the dry land grows mesquite
Beer flows like water should
Down on Antelope Creek.

The coons carouse, while the coyotes howl
In a land not made for the meek
Only the fit survive,
Down on Antelope Creek.
Chorus
Don’t cha know that the Comanche
Once lived here brave and proud
Only to fall from the white mans gun so loud
So flew the eagle
Grazed the buffalo
Now the pick-up screeches tires
On what was once our home.
1st Bridge
Let no man put asunder
The war cries of his past
Surely as the sunrise
The wounds will ever last.

If you ever wonder
Where the grass spurs in your feet
Rest assured your tried
Somewhere on Antelope Creek.
2nd Bridge
Your mind went back in time
When the wilds besieged the weak
Many cried, lived or died
Down on Antelope Creek.
Chorus
Don’t cha know that the Comanche
Once lived here brave and proud
Only to fall from the white mans gun so loud
So flew the eagle
Grazed the buffalo
Now the pick-up screeches his tires
On what was once our home.
End Tag
Your mind went back in time
When the wilds besieged the weak
And only the fit survived
Down on Antelope Creek
Down on Antelope Creek
Down on Antelope Creek
Down on Antelope Creek

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