BEN JOHNSON'S CREEK
Written by Mark Olson
As sung by Mark Olson on "My Own Jo Ellen"

Down at Ben Johnson's Creek
There's a broken pipeline that spills into the water.

CHORUS: Nobody told us we should steer clear.
There's mud on our feet and the grass.
It tastes like turpentine.
Down at Ben Johnson's Creek,
There's a broken pipeline that spills into the water.

We go out walking one day,
And a couple of mean old boys come up to us and say:
Ben Johnson's now public domain.
We tried to pay him off but all he wanted was to stay.

REPEAT CHORUS

We like Ben Johnson's place.
There's white table grapes and his mother planted these.
Now all these willows will go.
Ben Johnson held out as long as a body can hold.

REPEAT CHORUS

Down at Ben Johnson's Creek
There's a broken pipeline that spills into the water.