down. Oh, Columbia River, takes 'em all to the ocean blue; That Columbia River, takes 'em all to the ocean blue; That Columbia River, takes 'em all to the ocean blue
Back in Nineteen Twenty-Seven, I had a little farm and I called that heaven. Well, the prices up and the rain come down, And I hauled my crops all into
I went down to the fishing hole, And I set down with my fishing pole; Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait And Jerked me out in the middle of
baby, that's a promise Learnin how to dip my tea bag How to soak up my tea bag And I'm up north in New York City Singin' my lonesome tea bag blues
Long about nineteen twentynine. I owned a little farm, was a doin' just fine. Raised a little row crop raised some wheat Sold it over at the county seat
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song, It takes a worried man tossing a worried song, I'm worried now but I won't be worried long! Went across
Oh I'm thinking tonight of my Blue Eyes As I'm sailing far over the sea; I am thinking tonight of your Blue Eyes, Dear, I wonder if you ever think of