Last night I fell asleep   And dreamed of Bitter Creek   The long red road windin' from the sagebrush to the peak   And the cold black timber swayin'   in the golden sunlight streak   And the cool clear water rollin' o'er the rocks of Bitter Creek      Where I rode for the brand   And I made one good hand   I broke wild horses and I took care of the land   And today my eyes are misty   And the tears roll off my cheek   As I sit here in this city and I dream of Bitter Creek      The long red canyon walls   The lonely coyote calls   The golden grassy meadow full of cattle in the fall   I was young and I was restless   I thought I knew it all   Now I'm stuck here in this city with my back against the wall      But I rode for the brand   And I made one good hand   I washed my reckless soul inside the blood of the land   And my eyes are ever misty   The tears roll off my cheek   When I think of all I left behind up on Bitter Creek      The blue-eyed girl Lucille   I can see her still   I loved her then and now I know that I forever will   But my eyes are growin' tired   And its hard for me to speak   Rememberin' the love I lost    Up on Bitter Creek   I close my eyes just one last time   And I'm home on Bitter Creek