Silver Creek - Album: Dancing the Indiana Waltz

I'm goin' back to Silver Creek,                                               
And feel the mud squish through my toes.
Love that mud on Silver Creek,
Where crawdad crawls and turtle grows.

Oh, there ain't no silver in Silver Creek.
Ain't no silver in Silver Creek.
There ain't no silver in Silver Creek.
Nothin' but mud the whole darn week.

Poor folks live on Silver Creek,
Born right there, and there they sit.
Work their fingers to the bone,
But they ain't made no livin' yet.