Lyrics:
of a river bed A house
boat tied to a big tall tree A home for my poppa and
my momma and me The clock strikes three Poppa jumps
to his fee Already Moma's
Suzanne takes you down to her
Place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
on the bayou fishing
On the river floats papa's great big boat
And that's how my papa goes into town
Takes him every bit of a night and a day
To even reach
on the bayou fishing
On the river floats papa's great big boat
And that's how my papa goes into town
Takes him every bit of a night and a day
To even reach
on the bayou fishing
On the river floats papa's great big boat
And that's how my papa goes into town
Takes him every bit of a night and a day
To even reach
washing, she was widowed by a pipeline man
We're flatland hillbillies, getting by on what we can
We're river rats and john boat shrimpers, trouble in our
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
my needs
My sweet tumbleweed
I need more quiet times
By a river flowing
You and me
Deep kisses
And the sun going down
Maybe it's paranoia
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by
a full orchestra
And the choir singing
The oceans calm and the rivers flowing
It feels so good, keep on going.
Rain drops keep fallin' on our
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Old man go to the river
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To drop his bale of woes
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He could go
standin' there, where the boats go by
When the sun is sinking way over the hill
On a Friday evening when the sun goes down
On the outskirts of town, I
my fingers painting pictures
On the glass in front of me
Lay me by the frozen river
Where the boats have passed me by
All I need is to remember
my fingers painting pictures
On the glass in front of me
Lay me by the frozen river
Where the boats have passed me by
All I need is to remember
brother Ed's on the bayou fishing
On the river floats papa's great big boat
And that's how my papa goes into town
Takes him every bit of a night
Good news for beautiful people
Watching the world go by
Make love in the middle of a warzone
Hey, ya never gonna die
Don't rock the boat, keep
be tired
And the truth coming towards the light
About a sad man knocking on a chapel door
And a burned out boat called Trial by Fire
And the mouth
be tired
And the truth coming towards the light
About a sad man knocking on a chapel door
And a burned out boat called Trial by Fire
And the mouth
(Verse 1)
In the stillness of the night, by the river's gentle flow,
Lies a world of wonder, where dreams begin to grow.
With the moon as our guide,
and the stars
And his double
It's more or less the same as the things that you said
I see trouble up ahead
Where the river boat swayed beneath the sun
Is
it's the river we lost for years
Past the chemical plant where the junk flows in
By the nuclear project where the children swim
Under bridges in
When she tore their boats to splinters and she gave men dreams to dream
On the day the Coulee dam was crossed by the wild and wasted stream
Uncle Sam
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