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”