(Dylan)
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What's the matter with me,
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I don't have much to say,
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Daylight sneakin' through the window
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And I'm still in this all-night cafe.
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Walkin' to and fro beneath the moon
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Out to where the trucks are rollin' slow,
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To sit down on this bank of sand
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And watch the river flow.
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Wish I was back in the city
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Instead of this old bank of sand,
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With the sun beating down over the chimney tops
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And the one I love so close at hand.
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If I had wings and I could fly,
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I know where I would go.
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But right now I'll just sit here so contentedly
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And watch the river flow.
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People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,
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Makes you stop and all wonder why.
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Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
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Who just couldn't help but cry.
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Oh, this ol' river keeps on rollin', though,
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No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow,
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And as long as it does I'll just sit here
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And watch the river flow.
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People disagreeing everywhere you look,
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Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
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Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
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That was really shook.
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But this ol' river keeps on rollin', though,
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No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow,
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And as long as it does I'll just sit here
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And watch the river flow.
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Watch the river flow,
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Watchin' the river flow,
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Watchin' the river flow,
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But I'll sit down on this bank of sand
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And watch the river flow.
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Watching The River Flow
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Joe Cocker |