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.
Out where the desert meets the sky
it's where I go when I wanna hide
Oh peyote
Tried to show me
You know there ain't no cause to weep in Bitter Creek
Gonna hit the road for one last time
Gonna walk right in and steal 'em blind
All that money (all that money)
No more runnin'
And I can't wait to see the old man's face when I win the race