I remember when innocence was the same word as sinnAnd I can recall bein' wrong time and time againnThen it was a grain of salt and nothin' to contendnJust another Chattanooga bendnnThe creek was always runnin' in my back yardnJust a few fish, some ol' beer cans, and remnants of some carsnThat was all I needed to keep a young pure heartnAway from the Chattanooga bendsnnHasn't been long since I've been homenAnd see that old creek overgrown and dry as a bonenI couldn't help but to shed a tear and see where I've come fromnA kid on the Chattanooga bendsnJust a kid on the Chattanooga bends