verse 1
A pair of cut off jeans and some old river shoes
A ragged flower towel and an old truck tube
A low water crossing on the road out of town
A bed of white stone, lying on the ground
Walking through the heat waves from that old dirt street
Heading for cool water, down on Flat Rock Creek
verse 2
All over town, we'd ride our bikes and hardly stop
Or hike up that hill known as "Old Round Top"
Climb the fire escape at the old Junior High
Slide down two stories with a laugh and a smile
Then walk through the heat waves from that old dirt street
Heading for cool water, down on Flat Rock Creek
verse 3
We did what we could to beat that old summer heat
And nothin' felt better than that old cool creek
We'd while away the hours on those hot summer days
Then make our way home, by that old sunset haze
Then walk through the heat waves from that old dirt street
Heading home from cool water, down on Flat Rock Creek
Instrumental
verse 4
I remember those summers from a past long ago
Spending several hours skippin' old flat stones
Oh those old summer days they were good for your soul
Fishin' for perch with an old cane pole
Then we'd walk through the heat waves from that old dirt street
Heading for cool water, down on Flat Rock Creek
Outro
Oh what I'd give to be back out on that street
Heading for cool water down on Flat Rock Creek