Caney Creek Deer Club – Mike Massey
“Η απαλή και ρομαντική μελωδία μαλακώνει την ψυχή σου και με την μελαγχολική διάθεση της αγκαλιάζει τα συναισθήματα σου. Τα ωραία φωνητικά με όρεξη και πάθος γίνονται ένα μαζί σου και μιλούν κατευθείαν στην καρδιά σου. Ο ήρεμος ρυθμός καταλαγιάζει την ένταση σου και γίνεται η αφορμή να δεις τα πράγματα πιο καθαρά.”
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Lyrics of Mike Massey – Caney Creek Deer Club
Speedy never travelled very far
He spent his weekends playing cards
A sip of whiskey in an Ole Miss cup
A night at the deer camp was living it up
He knew most every squirrel tree
Scott county ever grew
He tried his best to shoot ’em all
But he always left a few
And hunting was his passion
Camo green was his favorite fashion
There wasn’t no place he’d rather be
And he always had a kind word for me
(chorus) Caney Creek Deer Club
Those were the days
And many a young boy
Passed your way
So many faces have gone away
Yea, those were the good old days
Well, we’d round up the dogs after morning drives
Then we’d skin the deer with our Christmas knives
There wasn’t no cell phones stealing our time
Just CB radios and four wheel drives
I can sill smell the biscuits, the bacon and the eggs
With my back to the fire trying to warm my legs
And listening at the men telling their best lies
Oh ain’t it a shame how the time gets by
(chorus) Caney Creek Deer Club
Those were the days
And many a young boy
Passed your way
So many faces have gone away
If there were still here, wonder what they’d say
All the uncles and the brothers
Friends and dads
The best times
That I ever did have
And now I find
That I’m growing gray
Thinking ’bout all those old men who’ve gone away
If they were still here I think they just might say
that “These son, these are the good old days
(spoken) One day Speedy didn’t come back
So they went to look for him
They found him in the woods by a creek
Where’d he’d passed on just before he crossed over
But he was doing what he loved
To the very end
(chorus) Caney Creek Deer Club
Those were the days
And many a young man passed your way
So many faces have gone way
If they were still I here I think they just might say
that “THESE son, THESE ARE the good old days”
Additional information/sources for Mike Massey – Caney Creek Deer Club
The artist reflects on childhood memories of hunting trips at Caney Creek in Scott County, Mississippi, where camaraderie, storytelling, and tradition were as important as the hunt itself. The experience was about more than just shooting—it was about family, friends, campfire gatherings, and shared moments. As time passes, those memories become cherished reminders of when heroes were still alive, and today’s experiences will become someone else’s “good old days.” The song captures this nostalgic sentiment, with contributions from many talented musicians, including Speedy, one of the many colorful characters from those times.
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