Turkey Creek

Down at Turkey Creek Bait & Tackle,
Where the lights buzz low and the floor’s a battle.
Corkboard walls with hooks and lures,
Crickets chirpin’ in the back, that’s for sure.
A little piece of Plant City’s soul,
Where the fish tales flow and the stories roll.
(Verse 1)
Step through the door, hear the ding of the bell,
A smell like minnows, dust, and shell.
MaryAnn Huntsman, queen of the scene,
Ran this joint since ‘97 clean.
Cratered linoleum, tales in its cracks,
Every dent tells a story of comin’ back.
Polaroids up front, prize catches and smiles,
Her grandkids’ faces line the other side’s tiles.
Crickets in a tank, minnows swimmin’ slow,
Locals buyin’ bait for the place they go.
Down the road to the reservoir’s shore,
Where the fish bite hard and the campfires roar.
(Chorus)
Down at Turkey Creek Bait & Tackle,
Where the lights buzz low and the floor’s a battle.
Corkboard walls with hooks and lures,
Crickets chirpin’ in the back, that’s for sure.
A little piece of Plant City’s soul,
Where the fish tales flow and the stories roll.
(Verse 2)
Cobwebs in the corners, time wore it down,
But it stood like a hero in this old town.
Folks called it home, just a second spot,
Where you’d grab a Coke and talk about the lot.
Billy caught a bass, Miss June caught a gar,
Every picture on the board felt like a star.
Reservoir mornings, poles in the truck,
Stop by MaryAnn’s, gotta test your luck.
She’d tell ya a story ‘bout the days gone by,
How the lake saw love and a few goodbyes.
Even when the bulldozers rolled in deep,
Turkey Creek stays in the hearts we keep.
(Bridge)
Demolished in twenty-thirteen’s haze,
But the legend still lives in those golden days.
The old-timers talk, and the young ones dream,
Of dusty fluorescent lights and a bait shop scene.
(Chorus)
Down at Turkey Creek Bait & Tackle,
Where the lights buzz low and the floor’s a battle.
Corkboard walls with hooks and lures,
Crickets chirpin’ in the back, that’s for sure.
A little piece of Plant City’s soul,
Where the fish tales flow and the stories roll.
(Outro)
So here’s to the shop that time can’t erase,
A landmark of love in a quiet place.
Turkey Creek Bait, you’ll always stay,
In the hearts of the locals, forever and a day.