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know?
He said down down the river, don't you know?
So I bought a little boat
and I started my journey
My friends warned me not
My lovers cried with no
of
5 on the same moped
Golden lotus that show off a pretty pantone
And grow in river water that'll
Melt your fucking hand off, damn
It's funny 'cause I
love fishing
I love to take my honey skinny dipping
I love ice-cold beer and a little whiskey thrown in
Skipping rocks on the water with my old friends
Words and music by Pete Seeger
Sailng down my golden river
Sun and water all my own
Yet I was never alone
Sun and water, old life givers
L'll have
swallowed by the river
Little beasts with bruises on our knees building sand castles and swinging from the trees
Sometimes the fun drew tears and blood but
drown
Nothing wrong with a little havoc
It's fun when shit hits the fan
So guillotine their heads by shouting
Cut 'em off, leave waters red
Nothing
bent down to the river and I kissed myself
I said where's my baby she is something sweet
Where's that little old love of my life
I went down to the water
Lookin' hard and gettin' dust baked
We gave 'im little water; a little bit of wine
He opened up his eyes but they didn't seem to shine
And the doctor
Sinking even deeper
Empathy can’t you see
Cant you see you’ve hurt me
But I didn’t touch the water
Come a little closer
But I didn’t touch the water
Come
maiden, I was made by an Irish man
He was a guitar man from Texas and he played his six strings hot
He was a renegade leader of a Cherokee band before they
it's dark and cold
I'm going down twenty feet into that muddy muddy water
To search for that precious little band of gold
It's true it didn't cost much
Take me down to the river
Where I can hold your body close to mine
We can listen to the rhythm
Of that old water rollin'
You can stay with me
life giver
Baptize me in the ways of earth
Death, rebirth and freedom
The river takes our stories away
Needs and hours, even prison terms go by
Seeds
And he's leaned him over his saddle-bow
To catch his hat by force
But the rushing in the Clyde water
Took Willie from his horse
And the very hour that
And he's leaned him over his saddle-bow
To catch his hat by force
But the rushing in the Clyde water
Took Willie from his horse
And the very hour that
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
Every time that I'm with you, you make it all so real
Moon breaks on the water, everything is right
Let's go down by the river tonight
Let's go down
Please observe me if you will
I'm Professor Harold Hill
And I'm here to organize a River City's boys' band
Oh think, my friends, how could any pool
Better Do Cry
Written by: Jeff Carrell
Cry you better do cry
you better do cry
There's a wicked in the water and the water gonna wring you dry
Words and music by Pete Seeger
Sailng down my golden river
Sun and water all my own
Yet I was never alone
Sun and water, old life givers
L'll have
happening ?
And i’ve been walking so long
On my own
To the river babe
What’s this colour in the water ?
I’m alone by the river
Some empty bottles
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
going around.
We found a joint that’d make us each a burnt end sandwich by the river at the end of town
She loved to chow down on the deep fried chitlins
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