The Twenty Eighth Creek Band - Where the Conewango Flows Lyrics

I grew up in a sawmill town bout an hour south of Buffalo
Down in these creeks and hollers, that's where the Moonshine flows
I know some spots in the Conewango Swamp that You damn sure wouldn't go
And as a boy, that's where I used to roam

I went down the brown road since I was four Years old
And that's where I'm heading tonight, cause i bare A heavy load
Toss me out a pike line, and roll me up a J
And all my problems just sank away

Where the Conewango flows, thats where I call my home
Where the Conewango flows, where the muddy Water rolls
Spent my whole life beating these creek banks, on The weekend I listen to some old Hank,
Pour myself a stiff drink, and then sit there in a Weed haze

This muddy water rolls through my veins, and all This smoke might ease my pain,
Or I might just go insane
Where the Conewango flows, that's where I call My home
Where the Conewango flows, where the muddy Water rolls

Where the Conewango flows
Where the Conewango flows
Where the Conewango flows
Where the Conewango flows