Little Money Creek

i crossed little money creek
and headed up to moose jaw
when you're always only halfway there
it's slim pickings by the roadside
a couple of bones and an old jack boot
do yourself a favor it's a hell of a route
i crossed little money creek
and headed up to moose jaw

there ain't a friend to be made
past the montezuma county line
just over the mckenzie bridge 
there's a sheriff just a waiting for you every time
you could balance a bolder on the head of a pin
you could be the virgin mary, but they'll still run you in
there aint a friend to be made
past the montezuma county line

i keep on moving around
but where i really wanna move
is right straight up 
feet off the ground
nose in the sky 
and everybody below
getting further away, further away
further away, further away

i woke up in bella coola
where the chatahootchie river turns into steam
all the fish get up and walk around
and the people back in moosejaw know what it means
you could roll right over and go back to sleep 
but these bella coola women want your soul to keep
they wanna make you believe you never even been
across little money creek
across little money creek



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This song appears on Samm Bennett's
The Big Off (Knitting Factory Works - CD - 1993 release)