hOWIE aSKAY

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BEAVERCREEK       By: Howie Askay


Well I can understand if you don’t believe my little tale
Stories like these are often misunderstood 
And adolescent boys can be a big handful of salt almost everyday
But a dirty country boy can make you wish
You didn’t cross a path with the devil on that day

(CHORUS) - Little rotten boys who run around
  In our hometown of Beavercreek
- Lookin for some dirt or a playground
  Or just a simple little tiny stream
- Never mind no business cause we had a ball
  Always lookin to raise some fuss
- Fighting one another was so much fun
  Was just another day for us

Gavin would feed his owls in the top of his families tank house 
And Danny hunter well he’d do all the crazy things (yes he would)
Matt Zirbel he was the orneriest kid that I’ve ever known
We were downright dirty country boys
Barely making our way and not wanting to go home

(CHORUS)
(Bridge) When they called us bad
They’d put our backs against a wall

Them Barger boys were the wickedest clan, you’d never talk behind their backs
And Gordon Ingram would honor us all with his military rucksack
Well there something in that water that the image can never reflect
These God damn country boys of mine
Are the glue and bricks that strengthened my life
"Keep an eye out for that Bigford boy."