Eagles — Bitter Creek

Once I was young and so unsure I'd try any ill to find the cure An old man told me Tried to scold me "Whoa, son, don't wade too deep In Bitter Creek" (Bitter Creek) Out where the desert meets the sky Is where I go when I wanna hide Oh, peyote (oh, peyote, oooh...) She tried to show me (tried to show me) You know there ain't no cause to weep At Bitter Creek (Bitter Creek) We're gonna hit the road for one last time We can walk right in and steal 'em blind All that money (all that money, oooh...) No more runnin' (no more runnin') I can't wait to see the old man's face When I win the race (Bitter Creek)