Sweetwater Creek

by Gregory W Golden   Jan 2, 2008


Howdy do, folks

Let me just get myself mustard up a bit

First, I would like to welcome yall to Sweetwater Creek

These are the kinds of people, you just wanna meet

Without any further ado, allow me to introduce myself

My name is Stu Harley, and I am the Sheriff of Sweetwater County

Now, everybody round here just call me Stu

Well, I got two brothers named Bubba Gillespie and Hank Snow. They both got them darn degrees from college, with an alpha, a beta and a kappa

Well, jimny cricket;you need a gamma ray gun to go to college

My chief coordinator and telephone operator is a pretty young thing, who goes by the name of Missy Elliot

Lord, this women is so sweet, that her breath smells like carnation milk

If Missy cannot patch your local calls through, then, Houston, we got a damn a problem,

I carry a deluxe pearl handle colt 45 and a Winchester double barrel shotgun to deliver 24/7, swift justice, when ever necessary

Down here, we have an all-volunteer posse to round up them bad folks and collect them cash rewards

Occasionally, justice is blind and we need to assist her. Simultaneously, I am totally qualified to guide the scales of justice

Today, we are celebrating Sweetwater Creek Day, and we like to invite all you nice folks down here, to our grand marshal picnic area, to eat some vittles, with us

We got some juicy red watermelon, fresh potatoes salad, corn on the cob, country fried chicken, sweet potato pie, and some delicious fluffy white biscuits, with sweet honey on the side

Lemonade, that cool refreshing drink!

Yall, come on up in here, and enjoy your eats, but remember, don't yall come up in here messin' with, startin' any trouble or mettlin' in our business, here in Sweetwater Creek

Well, everybody, enjoy your eats, and yall come back to Sweetwater Creek, now, yall hear!

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