time the moon comes around
For a taste of love that's
at the crackin' of the dawn
I'll be there just as sure as you're born
If the good Lord's willin'
and the creeks don't rise
I'll comb my hair down, brush my teeth
Shine up, slick up, dress up neat
Get everything lookin' just right
Cause I wanna look pretty
or a jumpin' and a holler I'll be there
You can bet your bottom dollar
And the creaks don't rise
If the good Lord's willin'
I'll wear my suit, my Sunday best,
and the creeks don't rise
I'll feed the mules and slot the hogs,
feed the cows and chop all the logs,
get all of my workin' done
just as sure as ever was a preacher man
I'll be there with a ring for
if the good Lord's willing
And the creeks don't rise