Lyrics:
carpet since '79
And she was ha-ha staying alive
Rolling down the river on the Music City Queen
Cumberland water, yeah life is but a dream
Show boat
shifting dials like AM radios
Snowed over river, melted more last night
Still the same, the shattered windshields of spidered ice
Yes, yes, mother, I mean
I've been chilled, I've lost my will
And I've stayed away from rivers
Much too long
I really must stay in this dirty dirty city
Till I found out that
I drove all the way from Storyville on a midnight Memphis run
From Bourbon Street to Beale Street straight up Highway 61
I was tuned in on radio
There was one open seat
At the end of a crowded bar
By a grungy old man
With a dirty glass and old cigar
If you're going to drink bourbon Mack
By me
show your heart of treason
Little girl, little girl
You dirty liar
You're just a junkie
Preaching to the choir
Run away from the river to the street
night
Pray to God that I'd be alright
Bury all my secrets
And my dirty sins
I will take no one
Just some bourbon and a heartache
You make me lose my words
(Mark Nesler/Jennifer Hanson)
You can settle down in Mexico
Runaway join a circus show
Whatever, baby it's alright with me
Take a walk in
Know is ..hope
and if you're dirty and you need a shower
you'd better be clean for a happy hour
The kid out of the river jack
and dry yourself
show your heart of treason
Little girl, little girl
You dirty liar
You're just a junkie
Preaching to the choir
Runaway
From the river to the street
a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
To the old Willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
who sleeps
While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree.
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries in
who sleeps
While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries in
She said is it time of judgement?
I'm a rolling holy, down the dirty river
In a dream, I heard gabriel's trumpet
Lord and I was blistered
Just
you...
If you knew how to find me
Will you just let me passing by
The rivers of blindness
You could show me a better time.
I find the road the darkest
If you just show me how, river
Roll me through the rushes like Moses
Roll me through the rushes just like Moses
Roll me through the rushes like Moses
dirty diaper
If I'm back at Mommy's boob
Call in the frickin' snipers
And just shoot me, baby
Dip me in the river
You'll never wash my dirt away
again
[Chorus]
England belong's to me
A nation's pride the dirty water on the rivers
No one can take away our memory
Oh Oh, England belongs to me
that fifth night,
I had a great big knot that show up right in the middle of my forehead
And, you know, the only thing I remember,
I don't remember
the suede in Memphis
'Cause I'm too dirty for radio
Too grimy for country
Television shows talk to me like
I'm stupid or somethin'
And motherfucker I'm gold
Ay Uhhhhh uh huh ,
You wanna Dress to impress
Show me what you got ,
Show me Show me Show me Show me ,
Clap it back when the opps
Got no Whip to Pull
what I see?
My scene just a crime scene
Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah
My team, we divide teams
Talkin' dirty money? Check the hygienes
Solo Belongs to Me
A city's pride the dirty water on the river
No one can take away our memory
Oh oh, Solo Belongs to Me!
We'll show the world that
enough for all the pain
You drive three miles from all this prosperity
Down across the river and you see a ghetto there
And we got children walking around
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