Mark Olson       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