Lyrics:
like "swell"? (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Aha, and "so's your old man? (Trouble, trouble, trouble)
Well if so, my friends, you got trouble (oh we got
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
hopes were dead
And the wine was runnin' low
And the old man came home
From the forest
His tears fell on the sidewalk
As he stumbled in the street
when the pressure's on bet it all on me
Back up on my shit fresh off my old ways
Everything new except the old J's
I know they hating
I know they waiting
in the good ol' days
We'll have a big hand shakin'
An' sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away
Oh you talk
Man
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of Babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we wept
When we
River's gonna run to the sea
Baby's gonna run to the Creek Motel
And it don't mean anything to me
Old man sleeping by a cigarette store
Black bird
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
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
Dm F G Bb
Old man go to the river
C A7 Dm F7
To drop his bale of woes
Bb G F Dm
He could go
didn't really kill my old man
To me he was just another gunman on hand
Down on the river, down the Ohio
Down on the river, down the Ohio
Down
And they lived in an alley under the red sky
There was an old man and he lived in the moon
One summer's day he came passing by
There was an old man and he
child
And lay them back down to rest Lay down by the river
My mother's country Gomeroi country, let him rest That old man
He comes from my country
He's
their tales of old
cs your love remains like dew
cnd I'll praise you in the mornin'
When the river's runnin' high
cnd I'll praise you in the evenin'
When
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
Old man on them faces all blue on Them hundreds (Woah) (Woah)
I get the advanced put that shit in d
Deposit
Back then they was snoring mmm
Fuck by
Shoot the shot got me feeling like Irving
Looking drunk on the wheel i be swerving
Give me props shit i feel im deserving
Hella niggas in her dm she
be a Painter Man
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of Babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
I was born in a two room shack down by the river near the railroad tracks
Started working 40 hour weeks by the time I turned fourteen
Every night
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
have come back to life again
Life is oh-so-fleeting
There is nothing we can hold
It all drifts by like landscape
Alongside the river’s shore
We ache
Dm F G Bb
Old man go to the river
C A7 Dm F7
To drop his bale of woes
Bb G F Dm
He could go
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