Lyrics:
Just the man and the wind and the bay.
Well, sometimes they'd ride down by the river
And the bay always stopped there to drink
In the still
Well here's a story I've heard told
It might be wrong it's pretty old
About a gypsy man and his guitar
He traveled throughout the land
In his gypsy
the moustache!)
It sprouts identity
Out of the flesh of scarcity
Conceals its face, reveals its throne
Old maps
Old man's skin
Grows towards
East Berlin
Can't shave
Thrown off the bridge
To the river by the ridge
Was the iron mountain baby
A man walking by
Said he heard a little cry
And he found him in
Old man sitting by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky
Old man lying by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky
Cold
Just you and me, down by the old oak tree, where the river meets the sky
Down by the willow tree, dancin' night away, makin' memories, just you
at night that we will get by
Just another story of my backroads life
I'm a Cossatot river runner been floatin', it goin'
Under Lad bridge since I was
Come on now baby won't you hold my hand
Take a little walk with me
To the side of river to watch the sun go down
We'll sit by that old willow tree
Got back with an old friend
It's been some time since we've been
Together Now but how long until when
Where left with nothing left to Spend
Rivers
deserted
Artillery man
Is everybody dead ?
Journalist:
Not everybody
Look !
Six cannons with gunners standing by
Artillery man:
It's bows and arrows
Preacher Casey dropped him in his tracks.
Well, they handcuffed Casey and they took him to jail
And then he got away.
He met Tom Joad by the old river
it's all a blur
You treated me as if I were just a chauffeur
Now you'll never be the empress to this emperor
A free man is what I will be
When I'm not
I picked up my guitar
And I started to pander a little bit
I looked at her and her river blue eyes
And I thought man this woman's one of a kind
So I
(we'll be forever loving Jah) there'll be no end
So, old man river
Don't cry for me
I've got a running stream
Of love, you see
So, no matter what
She would meet me in the morning
On my way down to the river
Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree
With her feet already dusty
Ffrom the pathway
She would meet me in the mornin' on my way down to the river,
Waiting patient by the China Berry tree;
With her feet already dusty from the pathway
by
And personally say thank you
You're making me good money i'm
Making you good money
T notices Harley
You're lucky man you got a bad bitch
Oh, that
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
Where the rich man came
And flooded all the land
They had no mercy on
the people, old and young
They were blinded by
the silver on their tongues
You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet
A Shakespeare's sonnet
You're Mickey Mouse
You're the Nile
(we'll be forever loving Jah) there'll be no end
So, old man river
Don't cry for me
I've got a running stream
Of love, you see
So, no matter what
While drivin' a herd of cattle out in old Nebraska way
Headin' east at Broken Bow on a hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha we hoped to find
She would meet me in the morning on my way down to the river
Waitin' patient by the China berry tree
With her feet already dusty from the pathway
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