Sunday morning service used to make me nervous
The preacher'd sweat and shout, jumping up and down, talkin' 'bout the devil coming round
He said Sunday fishing was a sin to a whole back pew of men
And the holy ghost would know if you loaded up your poles, and headed to the old fishing hole
Time will only tell, on a creek between Heaven and Hell

Daddy used to warn my brother 'bout taking young girls as lovers
A baby in your life, you'll have to take a wife, then you'll go from boy to a man
He said "Old Mother Nature keeps young men in danger,
so when the water's low and your neckin' on the bank, please boy try to stop and think."
Time will only tell, on a creek between Heaven and Hell

My uncle had a problem drinking
They say he had a problem thinking, about Vietnam and all of his friends that never made it back with him
Every morning at the quick pack store, he'd buy a fifth or more
With his gov't check, he'd go and get wrecked by the banks of the running water
Time will only tell, on a creek between Heaven and Hell