Cedar Creek Pickaway
Creek Pickaway (03:09)
By Ray Cardwell, RACMAC Music (ASCAP)
When I was young, I could hardly wait - for the weekend to come around.
On a Saturday - there was only one place - that we could all be found.
Sittin’ on a hollow log - on the banks of Cedar Creek,
We’d watch in wonder, as an old man pulled out his fiddle and made it speak.
He took us to far-off places, told us tales from across the sea,
Learned about love and heartache, followin’ a young man’s dream.
We’d pick away, We’d sing all day, Wish'd we could stay.
Cedar Creek pickaway,
He taught us every song he knew, and we tried to get it right.
We’d practice all the harmonies, sometimes it took all night.
And now that I am older, I know I’ve been given a special gift.
Well he is long gone, but the memory lives on - of old MAC and Cedar Creek.