I have seen the paddle wheelers
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Rolling south on a summers' day.
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I've seen the lovers at the guardrails
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With stars in their lemonade
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And I've heard the hobo's gather,
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Heard their banjo's brace the blade.
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Heard them sing about the river,
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Called it the lazy man's parade.
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Sing me that song about the river,
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Green going away.
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You know I always did feel like a drifter
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'Bout this time of day.
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Last night I stood by the highway,
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Pretended I was on my way.
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You know a hundred thousand headlights
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Couldn't match the milky way
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And when the moonlight touches the water,
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Surely somethin' touches me
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And I go reachin' for the river
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Like it's reachin' for the sea.
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So, Sing me that song about the river,
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Green going away.
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You know I always did feel like a drifter
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'Bout this time of day.
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Somethings go on forever
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But truth don't ever stray.
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The wind may brush the water
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But the river won't persuade.
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So, Sing me that song about the river,
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Green going away.
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You know I always did feel like a drifter
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'Bout this time of day...
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That Song About The River
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| Don Williams |
