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Colorado passes by like color writing on a wall
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Headed eastward down to New Orleans
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Dipping into Texas as the stars are fading out
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And there's still a lot of country in between
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When I left California I was 29 years old
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And the world just spun me around
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Now I watched Louisiana squirrel cross the window pane
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And I'm facing the direction I am bound
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(Chorus)
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Cover up the sun, let the river run
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Make that water pun and watch me away
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(Verse)
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Me clifting at the Cater Cots and sat down in the road
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Pedro said, boys, we're three of kind
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He said I sat with river rats and I hung my hat with diplomats
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Had four brothers once upon a time
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He said they tore the country far away from the Rio Crown
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And the road just wore them down
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So they bought a house beside Louie, outside of New Orleans
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And they stared in the direction of the escalating sun
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(Chorus)
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Cover up the gun, let the river run
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Take this good man's son and wash him away
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(Verse)
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Sister and the sackable talking to a wall
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Back in New York city, she's a queen
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Well, resurrector Geniufleck(?), she saves the one she can't protect
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Keep the chapel pressed, but not sixteen (?)
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She takes Absinthe mixed with Kerosene to keep herself up right
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But the word still breaks her down
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Listen, if you can't keep your shit together
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When God is on your side
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What chance do you have when he's not around?
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(Chorus)
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Cover up the sun, make that water run
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Make the river come and take me away
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(Verse)
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People of the Mardi Gras, in their Tuesday's best
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Waiting for the South to rise again
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Children of Geronimo grieving for the West
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Feather dressed and marching their refrain
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All in the dark of Armstrong(?) point the marching band's ascent
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But they never make a sound, just a quite prayer for communist square
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Quiet congregation air, the night to rest our eyes
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And put your lips to the horizon for a change
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(Chorus)
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Cover up the sun, let the river run
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I pray the water come and wash me away
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Carved in the sky, I'll make that Jesus(?) fly
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Come on, just lay me down to die and just take me away
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Yeah
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Cover Up The Sun
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| Counting Crows |
