Lyrics:
the way from Chicago
Down to New Orleans
Gonna take me home
Take me home
Let me stand beside you
Feel your touch on me
Whisper your secret
Old man river
burn, burn, burn)
So I talked to an old man by the generator
He was standing on the gravel by the fetid river
He turned to me and answered, "Baby,
hopes were dead
Wine was runnin' low
And the old man came home
From the forest
His tears fell on the sidewalk
As he stumbled in the streets
Of something so real
Yeah I feel like I'm heading home
Now in the shape of an oak, down by the river,
You see an old man and a boy
They're setting sails,
Old man races to the shore
shelters from the storm
Young man turns to face the waves
crashing over the bow
Can't walk across that water
it can't
making plans and getting old
While I would walk in circles underneath a subtle glow
Close my eyes at midnight and wonder how these rivers flow
As I grew
WHEN HE FEAST
START AT YA FEET
AND SPIT OUT YA TEETH
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?
AND BY THE END YOU GON' KNOW THE SONG
SENSI STARR HOT LIKE A LOADED GUN
face down in a field
The Monkey Man was on the river bridge, using Tweeter as a shield
Jan said to the Monkey Man, "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl
I
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
a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For
a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
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