words you'll find no guile The game's gotten old, the deck's gone cold And I'm gonna have to put you down for a while The game's gotten old, the deck
the river, could I go back and find where Momma lays? Does life still go to sleep just after sunset? Are the berries still as big on the vine? Do old men
the things you say Your policies have failed the test of time 'Cause you sold them down the river-o Now, now in a land not far away There's men in prison
that he broke right manfully So they stole them a horse and away did ride And who what they rode gallantly Until they came to the river bank To the river
river, why did I roam? Green river, someday I'll come home to stay Green river, you're still my home Green river, why did I roam? Green river, someday
a crime Some say, "She died of drownin' in the river deep" Some say, "She died of a sudden start" Some say, "They found her swingin' from my old man'
story, it is told Old John Sutter went to the mill site Found a piece of shinin' gold Well, he took it to the city Where the word like wildfire spread And old
streets And the con men con but life goes on for the city never sleeps But to an old forgotten soldier the dawn will come no more For the old man has
Every night my dream?s the same Same old city with a different name Men are coming to take me away I don?t know why but I know I can?t stay There?s a
dry old river and a dusty soul We'll take him down to the fishin' hole And let the water take him to his home Way down in Manny's bones A dry old river
to sing along Shifting the river trade on that ol' steamer, life is but a dreamer But ya traded in the mighty ol' man river for the dirty ol' man latrine
Ooh ooh Ohh ohh ohh Ohh ohh ohh Ohh ohh ohh Ooh ooh Old river and your Restless wonder and your Graceful leisure rollin' to the sea How many men have
, down through the glen. There, where the hills are sleeping, now feel the blood a-leaping, high as the spirits of the old Highland men. Refrain Towering
How the women get restless And the men grow cold Gotham shudders There's a chill in the air There's a countermoon Lovers all beware Hand in hand You walk along the river
come up Well, I could have had religion This bad old thing instead Well, I could have had religion This bad old thing instead But that whiskey and bad men
orange flying boat rises off a lake Thousand-year-old petroglyphs doing a double take Pointing a finger at eternity I'm sitting in the middle of this ecstasy Young men
Bob Rivers:] Yo, yo [Girl as Dina Rae:] Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jinglin' all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride From Detroit to East LA [Bob Rivers