Lyrics

[Verse]
We got the horse on a stick, tossed him in the creek,
We ruined parmesan, oh what a crazy week,
Putin’s life, it took a strange old turn,
He came back with a uke, for peace he did yearn.

[Verse 2]
He strummed a gentle tune, apologized so low,
We buried fingo deep, under layers of snow,
Jerry Bohon, your heart's grown cold,
Your time is up, the story's been told.

[Chorus]
Down by the creek where secrets drown,
Whispers of a past that come around,
Ukuleles and snow, parmesan in the air,
In these rural tales, hardships we bear.

[Verse 3]
A horse on a stick, what a sight to see,
Floating down the creek, wild and free,
Putin’s redemption, a moment so bizarre,
Across the strings he strummed, under a sky so far.

[Verse 4]
Buried deep in the snow, is fingo’s fate,
Jerry Bohon, you've sealed your date,
The creek keeps its secrets, through summer and fall,
In our simple lives, we've seen it all.

[Chorus]
Down by the creek where secrets drown,
Whispers of a past that come around,
Ukuleles and snow, parmesan in the air,
In these rural tales, hardships we bear.