Old man river said, "You can go your own way If you just leave him alone 'cause your man's out" Do not deliver all your things today We are going home
She woke me up with a bang, bang Looking' over cross eyed had a big Hunch that the world was a big lie When I got up all the blood to my head I got so
Would you be the wind to blow me home? Would you be a dream on the wings of a poem? And if we were walking through a cloud Well, you know I'd be proud
so all of a sudden I'm facing a raging river that passed me by do I turn around, do I turn my eye to the sun in the apex of the high noon I'm on a flatbed
I stick loneliness, your lips And the two coins of your eyes Into my pickets, yeah, hey Well, the train skates into Port Henry Late Sunday, alright Sometimes
