Lyrics:
I am an old man, my life is nearly gone
Yet I remember as sure as I sing this song
The old Elk River and my home along its side
Where by its banks
up a smoke and tell a few jokes
And pass the old jug around
We're gonna get right on a Saturday night
When the sun goes down
Down on the river
Ayy, one day I'm gon' be on top
'Member homies, they would steal Mercedes stars
We in Berlin so we go get a kebab
We stay connected so I know who
all about
Down by that old creek
But I, I cant breathe
You are the man I aspire to be
And I, I'm asking god why
Life moves to fast, only so much
Taking shots by the beach
That's how I want my life
I'm ready to die for this
It better go right
Man I feel so great
I don't need you in my life yeah
Irving, raised with two brothers by a single mother
Looking out for one another
Working just be discovered
Not a fighter I’m a lover man, but I gotta get it
Guthrie was the first punk rocker
From the dust-bowl emerged the protest singer
Woody worked for the working class people
Irving Berlin man he had it all
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
won't fit your door
I don't wantcha like I used to
This old man wants you more
Hey hidee ho
I used to go where the devil wouldn't go
Where the river run
River
To the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we
And there was an old woman and she lived in the woods
A weila weila waila
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods
Down by the River
be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be
Migos
Ay, ay, ay, nigga
Look at this nigga right here, man
Roll the window down, roll the window down
Bap-bap-bap, yeah
I made sure I hit his
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
Yo, Smoke, man
I'm, so I'm in my community, man
Shinin' and glistenin' if you will
And this dude rolls up with the utmost disrespect
Then he kept
my way, take a boat from the river and I'd bury the old man.
I'd bury him at sea.
Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth.
Better
At the luxury Skaff
Old guitars and cigarettes
Man it ain't too bad
Oh flood, Red River, Red River flood
Rescue copter overhead
Spots onsite CNN
Sandbags lines
the young man
Cuz the old man's not that dumb
The River Runs
Another day goes by
I'm looking into you
I want to spend my life
Loving you
I don't know if I
On the banks by the river there's a house with a yard
And a mother turns away as her son falls apart
The faded red paint tells a story 'bout despair
strollin' back again
Do the river walk do-doot 'n doot do do
Do the river walk do-doot 'n doot do do
Because an old man river is sadly depleted
By
(Hey Chris, fuck you!)
EMoney One|11, man
I'm with Flippa, man, I'm havin'
Skrt skrt, let's get it
(Flippa! Whoa)
Hey, man, havin' the gang, man
Goodbye river
Goodbye river
Goodbye river
Back to the lecture at hand
Yes I was distracted a little
By a scratch in the middle of the pan
Washing my
the muddy river blues
Thinkin back the home washed away in the storm and when that rich man lit the fuse
When that muddy old river came flowin on by
That
the weed unless you roll bars
Niggas play them games, get they ass rolled hard
Just got my old bitch, she my new dancer
Shout out her boutique, Koko for
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