It flows underneath the 32 bridge,
And cuts through the heart of South Georgia.
Big copperheads and mean wild pigs,
And gators in the weeds waitin' for ya.

I leave my own in the truck,
I leave my truck at the road
My four-wheeler gets me where I wanna go
I leave the world behind,
I pull my hat down low,
Get back to my roots, by a full moon glow

I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there
On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild here
I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stomp
And a catfish line going, bom bom
An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire
And drink to a sweet swamp song.
So if you're looking for me, don't even bother
When I get my feet in that Muckalee creek water.

Daddy brought me down here when I was a kid
Taught me how to bait a crawfish basket.
From the time I was old enough to walk
He had me running down squirrels and rabbits.

I feel right at home in this neck of the woods
If this was all I had, I'd be living good
So let the stock market do what it's gonna do
Let the dollar go down and gas soar through the roof

I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there
On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild here
I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stomp
And a catfish line going, bom bom
An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire
And drink to a sweet swamp song.
So if you're looking for me, don't even bother
When I get my feet in that Muckalee creek water.

I'm free, and I'm me
Being everything that I wanna be
Nobody chucking with me,
No sign of the city lights.
Hell with the city lights!

Well I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there
On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild here
I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stomp
And a catfish line going, bom bom bom
An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire
And drink to a sweet swamp song.
So if you're looking for me, don't even holler
When I get my feet in that Muckalee creek water.
That Muckalee creek water.

Writer : BRYAN, LUKE / MATTHEWS, JASON
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC