Do you remember the old oak tree,
That we played under, just you and me?
We made beautiful play houses with tin cans and broken glass
We knew nothing about Kenny Rogers, Elvis Presley, not even Johnny Cash.
We made our own music with tin pans, tin buckets and called them our drums;
And the little song you always sang was "Jesus Here I Come."

We always treasured that old oak tree
It kept all secrets for you and me
That beautiful tree stood proud down by the gate,
It always shadowed us when we got in late
So sad to wander back to the old home place
The house has long been gone: rice in its place.

Three generations have been carried out by that old oak tree.
It always bowed its limbs and wept just like you and me.
Now that tree stands all alone, if it could talk of the heartaches and love stories it could tell
Now it's like you and me; it has weathered many a storm
All it can do now is to wish everybody goodbye and a happy farewell.

There was a one room school
That doubled for a church
Where we all got together
At night after work.

It was Saturday night
The end of the week
It was time to have fun
Down on Possum Creek.

We all worked hard all day long
When night time came we were
ready to go.
We didn't much care if we got any sleep
When the moon came up,
Down on Possum Creek.

The roads were so bad
The roads were so bad
and the mud was so deep
That the mail only came
About three times a week.
When we all lived down
On Possum Creek.

To those of you who may be far away
And don't know a thing about what I say,
I'm not just talking with my tongue in my cheek
We really had fun down on Possum Creek.

Now time has gone by and it's there no more
Just a memory of yesterday that we still adore
In the back of our minds where its thoughts still creep
Of the love we shared down on Possum Creek.