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the strings of my heart start to sever
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears

I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And dream me a dream of my
my pillow from a stone,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
I am the river, 
I am the mountain and the sea.
Oh boatman, taker and giver, 
Can you deliver me? 
I would forever run free.

Yeah, we finally
through the mountains 
And the valleys just a-pullin' them strings of mules 
And the ropes and the chaps and the halters 
And the saddles well these were
you should of heard the band
A song in adoration of the everlasting will
That gathered them together there on Reggabilly Hill

Ocean deep mountain
Written by D. Frazier and A. Owens

The honey bees are gonna be hummin'
Guitar strings are gonna be strummin'
When I'm back in my baby's arms again
am a river
I am a mountain to the sea
Boatman, taker and giver
Can you deliver me
And can I forever run free.

We finally caught up
that has caused my heart to sing, 
And the noise in yonder village made the rocks ring. 

At the bottom of this mountain runs a river clear, 
A ship
nothing like a band of tree frogs singin'
When every now and then they get in tune with grandpa's harp

Now the years have blown by me like
a boat by the river
I got in and untied her
To the sound of his unholy cursing

Long as this river flows
I reckon I'll go
Til it runs out into
daughters they walked by the river's brim
A hey ho and me bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o.

Oh sister, oh sister,

Took a steamboat down a river

Clean the gears of old Big Ben
When I had to golf I dressed in spends

Won an Oscar

Climbed a mountain
like runaway horses
Took to the road with a carnival show (roll on)
Those golden days on Smokey Mountain
Playing guitar in a one man band

the moonlight, the mystery,
I've bade 'em good-by -- but I can't.

There's a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
the mountains
Together, hand in hand
Searching, always searching for the promised land

Mama, dear mama, come and stand by me
I feel a lightness in my feet,
Took to the road with a carnival show (roll on)
Those golden days on Smokey Mountain
Playing guitar in a one man band

Bear witness, I'm
to stirrup and side by side
We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide
We came to Big Muddy and we forded the flood
On the Tennessee mare and the Tennessee
her a letter by my Uncle Thud 
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud 

One day I was riding in a beautiful land 
I run smack into an Indian band
fade when the river runs dry
The mountains will fall as the time goes by
But the bird in golden cage still wants to fly

So many ships are drifting
Over top of yonder mountain, over there where the rainbow ends
I took a drink from the holy fountain
Down around where the river bends
The further I
the highway fast.
With this band I ride through the countryside,
The seasons slidin' past.

I spy a humble homestead there,
With a garden and a river view.
We'd all been branded rustler's by the big ranchers of this land.
Well it was us against the cattlemen, and the years just made it worse.
(One, two, three...)

There are those among us willing
To get by on anything
Hollow hope of what is coming
A lifetime dangled by a string
in the bush... the heat and the flies,
I've swum in your rivers and I've climbed up your mountains
And I won't watch you crumble without even
Kneeling down to think about the future
Racing you would be quite dull

After many years of exodus
The hatchery fish run in rich rivers
I'm afraid