Wounded Creek - Joe Ely

I went out one afternoon for a walk down Wounded Creek

I saw a young girl crying, tears run down her cheek

Her hands were white as ivory.

A bruise was on her wrist

I asked her what the matter was and if anything was a miss

Her eyes looked down to somewhere else.

Tears fell on her knees

I heard a car door slamming somewhere beyond the trees

She turned South, stole away.

I followed her close behind

Up the path from Wounded Creek through the brambles, brush and vines

I heard the branches breaking.

I hid behind the trees

Drew my pistol from my vest to see who it could be

The crashing sounds got closer, I caught my peace to speak

Up came a scraggly Spaniel dog who was lost on Wounded Creek

I turned to find no sign of her, the girl who’d let me in

So I walked up to the highway, just for my head to clear

The traffic light was changing, the wind grew cold with fear

I watched some silver Greyhound bus until it disappeared