The rain held back again
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Haven't felt a drop since you went away
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Outside of town, the hills are brown
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I guess way out there you'd call them golden
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Lines outside the welfare store
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The clock is stopped at the bank next door
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They yelled like hell when the boys left home
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Now just like you they're all gone
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The river runs low tonight
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And the eyes are closed on the waterline
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The river runs low tonight
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And you're always drifting through my mind
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The river runs low tonight
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And nobody waits for the tides to rise
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But I'm gonna wait till you make
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The river run high
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The old man's getting on
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Keeps the morning paper in his overcoat
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It keeps him warm in the cold storm
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And he told me today
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I look a little lonely
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Up in the air they're heading south
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The sky is light to the west of town
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With a little cash I could get around
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You know I'd come out there and find you
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The river runs low tonight
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Eyes are closed on the waterline
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The river runs low tonight
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And you're always drifting through my mind
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The river runs low tonight
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And nobody waits for the tides to rise
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But I'm gonna wait till you make
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The river run high
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Up in the air they're heading south
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The sky is light to the west of town
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With a little cash I could get around
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You know I'd come out there and find you
|
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The river runs low tonight
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Eyes are closed on the waterline
|
The river runs low tonight
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And you're always drifting through my mind
|
The river runs low tonight
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And nobody waits for the tides to rise
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But I'm gonna wait till you make
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The river run high
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River Runs Low
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| Bruce Hornsby |
