Lyrics:
haired man lived
Fishing the rivers casting the seed
That's just what I need
By seven a.m. I was saddled and traveling
Riding for the valley on the words
Willie again
Never smoke weed with Willie again
My party's all over before it begins
He pour me some Old Whiskey River my friend
But I'll never smoke
Everywhere I travel these days
Ill dream of my youth beneath the ox mountain range
Sure as the rivers they run ,Time it waits for no man
In the eye of a storm
fuck man I'm old
I remember hitting five feet and thinking I'd grown
Sleepover River Ridge over at Max's crib with the bros
I'm having flashback visions
doors, shit we was straight out the back
Sitting in a deer stand chewing Red Man up by the pack
Them straight pipes on the five seven made us feel badass
did agree to go
and spend one summer pleasantly of the range of the buffalo.
'Twas in the town of Jacksboro in the spring of Sev'nty three,
A man
'bout you and the bitter cold
Wondering where you had gone off to
All the years roll by like a river
I think it's time we had a talk
And the days we
And the old man would sing ‘er his song
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four
On the bank of this here river
Where the old man strolls
And on the surface of the water
Where his laugh still rolls
See the ripples in the water
See
Take a baby to the river, Kyle William they called him
Wash the baby in the water, take away little Kyle's sin
In a whitewash shotgun shack an old man
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of saran
Goes around and around
And his
and don't you touch me by my hair
I was yadding down the lane
And I buck up in a old blue seem
And he ask why my eye so red
I said it's the good old
with shadows
Death in circle
Trapped in pain
Plagued by error
Ruled by shame
Oppressive zeitgeist ego spawn
Black pitfalls fear and greed
Death in
the Green River
To the abandoned old prison down by Aidrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot our pistols
Oh, but empty pop bottles is
to be
In the old spot by the river
Right well known by you and me.
One word more, a signal token
Whistle of the marchin' tune
With your pike upon
River
To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all
I came down through Albany to New York
To find what I'd been missin'
I looked across the river to the city
Where the windows all stood glistenin'
I
Take a baby to the river, Kyle William they called him
Wash the baby in the water, take away little Kyle's sin
In a whitewash shotgun shack an old man
There's word from the caf?
That the old mans ailin'
His eyes are pailin'
And the weather took his hands
They say the ring on his finger
Was
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River
She's a-goin' dry the interest is up and
The stock market's down
And you only
land the shiver of a string and an old man's hand
Hearing colors and seeing sounds slow way down
While old friends pass around a river guitar
And that
Old man lives by the river
Real good place to hide
He grows some killer weed
Brews whiskey on the side
Waters clear as crystal
Makes the bourbon
Late last night, I sat down by the River side
Late last night, I sat down by the River side
I ain't got a woman, can't never be satisfied
I saw
to
Sea
For you will never know where some
Ideas can lead
You will never know until you've sown
The seed
The sea
way beyond the fond old river
(way beyond
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