Lyrics:
and a John Deere man
Saving your money, put a ring on her hand
Now you're raising more than a Silver Queen
In a little farmhouse by a field of dreams
and hitch a ride to someplace quiet
Not even stopping for these stop signs
Man I don't wanna stop time
Just sit back, feet up
Let it pass by me before I end
Driftin
My man and me we're driftin
And if a breeze is liftin
We're driftin on by
Rollin
Somewhere old molly's lowin
And if a breeze gets blowin
Charles Avenue
Though I couldn't hear the bells of the streetcars coming
By toeing the track I knew
And if I were an old man returning
With my
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
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging
In the shadow of my cabin
And it roamed the velvet valley till today
But I tracked it by the river
And I
disturbing
Everyone wants to get on the boat
That is steered by a little girl
And an old man in a trench coat
“I must be going blind”, She shouts, “I must be
I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
Why she was totally chenille
And her old man was a Marine
As she abused a sausage pattie
a river that's too wide
There ain't no jail tight enough to lock me
Ain't no man big enough to stop me
I'll be there if you ever want me by your side
tight enough to lock me
Ain't no man big enough to stop me
I'll be there if you ever want me by your side
There ain't no rope stout enough to bind me
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
The old me is dying bury the ashes
Righteous and ratchet
Takin over the world we comin in masses
Righteous and ratchet
We gettin lit strike up the matches
doesn't feel warm
So I sleep past dawn no peep or yawn
Getting lit by the river
Big buds and liquor
Hella trouble for my liver
In the struggle with my
teeth
I ain't really wanna smile
(Goddam)
Born by the river lived in denial
I'm transgender and I'm proud
Bitch I been the miles I came here from a long
years of ceaseless pain
And just like a young Tom Sawyer, I could use a lawyer
To sue the man named Sam who dealt me this hand goes by the name of Mr.
into rivers,
The wind blows through empty skulls
Herds of elk assemble on the shattered old black roads,
And the vines and the moss covers everything.
From these Mysterious Ways of Love
The old house by the river at the edge of town
Where the old man's ferry used to be
Has hit upon some hard times
See that old man, with old plans, and old wisdom
Old habit to stay active in activism
He smoked pot in the pot that he pissed in
With his middle
sitting by the river
Sipping on some strawberry shine
And I just wanna know you like your hometown knows you
Who you were before you were mine
You ain't
As I walked to Kendall Square
And crossed the river basin there
The Charles was black, the sky was blue
The view was old, the bridge was new
And past
the plan
Setup perfect why flop us
My man
It be me and you
Oh yeah
Down by the river
Oh yeah
Without guns and triggers
Wu man
Sunz plan is perfect from
and listen or become one of my burn victims
[Kimani]
I be the energies of people before they say shit
To peep they fake appearance like Joan River's
searching for her true love
She'd settle by the river about half past ten
Waiting on her man who would like to play pretend
She grew into sadness
She
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
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