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I remember when innocence was the same word as sin And I can recall bein' wrong time and time again Then it was a grain of salt and nothin' to contend Just another Chattanooga bend The creek was always runnin' in my back yard Just a few fish, some ol' beer cans, and remnants of some cars That was all I needed to keep a young pure heart Away from the Chattanooga bends Hasn't been long since I've been home And see that old creek overgrown and dry as a bone I couldn't help but to shed a tear and see where I've come from A kid on the Chattanooga bends Just a kid on the Chattanooga bends From Letras Mania