Friends I could count on
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I could count on one hand
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With a left over finger or two.
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I took them for granted,
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Let them all slip away,
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Now where they are I wish I knew.
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They roll by just like water
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And I guess we never learn,
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Go through life parched and empty
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Standing knee deep in a river,
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And dying of thirst.
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Sometimes I remember
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The good people I've known,
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Some I've forgotten I suppose.
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One or two still linger,
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Oh, I wonder now
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Why I ever let them go.
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They roll by just like water
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And I guess we never learn,
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Go through life parched and empty
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Standing knee deep in a river,
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And dying of thirst.
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So the side walk is crowded
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The city goes by,
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I just rushed through another day
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And a world full of strangers
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Turn their eyes to me,
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But I just look the other way.
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They roll by just like water
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And I guess we never learn,
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Go through life parched and empty
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Standing knee deep in a river,
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And dying of thirst.
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Go through life parched and empty,
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Standing knee deep in a river
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Dying of thirst...
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Standing Knee Deep In A River (Dying Of Thirst)
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| Don Williams |
