Song Description

a man looks back with fondness to a story from his adolescence

Lyrics

Yellow moon always reminds me of days and nights at Cherry Creek
Time in my life with no worries we were just dumb kids
in the summer heat
The place I remember I can still smell those cherries
We would lie in the grass and pick just to eat

Chorus:
Nights at Cherry Creek
Where picking cherries was the last thing on my mind
You can't turn back time
A yellow moon and
Night at Cherry Creek

Old man Davis owned all the land there the barnyard light was
always on
Don't make too much noise, he'll hear us.
In a shotgun blast, we were ready to run
Tommy left his shoes says he's gotta go back
I said "wait til morning, That man's got a gun"

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Sha la la la la la la, singing sha la la, nights at cherry creek

Hey little girl down by Cherry Creek you
taught me all there was to know
Waking up in the early morning with
Cherry stains all on our clothes
Tommy and Leslie were sleeping beside us
We were four young lovers with no place to go
I swear we were the best of friends but
still we lost touch in the end

Repeat Chorus

Repeat Sha la las