I have seen the paddle wheelers rolling south on a summers€™ day. I€™ve seen the lovers at the guardrails with stars in their lemonade and I€™ve heard the hobo€™s gather, heard their banjo€™s brace the blade. Heard them sing about the river, called it the lazy man€™s parade.
Sing me that song about the river, green going away. You know I always did feel like a drifter at this time of day.
Last night I stood by the highway, pretended I was on my way. You know a hundred thousand headlights couldn€™t match the milky way and when the moonlight touches the water, surely something touches me and I go reaching for the river like it€™s reaching for the sea.
Sing me that song about the river, green going away. You know I always did feel like a drifter at this time of day.
Somethings go on for ever but truth don€™t ever stray. The wind may brush the water but the river won€™t persuade.
Sing me that song about the river, green going away. You know I always did feel like a drifter at this time of day.