That Song About the River
I have seen the paddle wheelers rolling south on a summersâ"š¬â"ž¢ day. Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve seen the lovers at the guardrails with stars in their lemonade and Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve heard the hoboâ"š¬â"ž¢s gather, heard their banjoâ"š¬â"ž¢s brace the blade. Heard them sing about the river, called it the lazy manâ"š¬â"ž¢s parade.
Sing me that song about the river, green going away. You know I always did feel like a drifter at this time of day.
Last night I stood by the highway, pretended I was on my way. You know a hundred thousand headlights couldnâ"š¬â"ž¢t match the milky way and when the moonlight touches the water, surely something touches me and I go reaching for the river like itâ"š¬â"ž¢s reaching for the sea.
Sing me that song about the river, green going away. You know I always did feel like a drifter at this time of day.
Somethings go on for ever but truth donâ"š¬â"ž¢t ever stray. The wind may brush the water but the river wonâ"š¬â"ž¢t persuade.
Sing me that song about the river, green going away. You know I always did feel like a drifter at this time of day.