ya ?til ya clothes leak Tossed it in the river like I threw away my old heat You chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be? Mechaniville and Summer
The clouds are partin', the summer suns startin' To burn down on that river My baby's waitin', I got the Chevy shakin' I'm blazin' a trail to get her,
eye explodes nothing to say No more heavy load n Im gone. Tree sways in a summer breeze the branches whip me And they make my skin bleed. Draining life and a red river
the sun burns no more Now he knows what mom was crying for (Now he knows what mom was crying for) I used to watch old man in the park The sights slowly
still recall our last summer I still see it all Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain Our last summer, memories that remain We made our way along the river
Mississippi water washing over me Mississippi water washing over me A lady's riding bareback on a horse I know that Babylon must be her course An old man
face down in it And then there's just no winning no relief in sight Aww Life It's the middle of the summer and you're floating on a river Got a beer
We worked through winter gardens and some other choice nightspots Looking back I have to say those were the good ole times Summer came and me and old Mitch Mitchell fished White River
It's an old-fashioned feeling, in a world that's gone wild It's a walk by the river, on a slow summer night It's the rhythm of love, everywhere I go It
till your clothes leak Toss ya in the river like i threw away my old heat You chose to oppose me, who the fuck ya supposed to be My cannon filled, the Summer
agree to go And spend the summer pleasant On the range of the buffalo. Well I found myself in Griffin In eighteen eighty-three When a man by the name
The rivers run swiftly, the sky is blue The clouds have died gently, over the dew Will you tell me how to remember the things I don't know The summer
s Make us look like a sallie, got a whole lot of karats I'm Cadillac Don, I pull an old paper wad Look at my neck, look at my wrist Man I'm so full of ice, man
turnin' us on Keepin' things hot all summer long If I could back in a second I swear Well I'd still be growin' up down there Yeah, lookin' back now man
life above you strangle Stay right if you can Oh, you poor old man You were born to be in battle In the summer you'll find That you rolled us aside A tangled man
out in Oklahoma Down where the old Red River flows I vowed my love to her forever She was my sweet, sweet Rosie Jones We walked alone down by the river
Rockin' The Cradle On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving Down by the clear river I rollicked along. I heard an old man making sad lamentation
the game She was overly fond of sophisticated messin' around I've had a bellyful of livin' in the same old merry-go-round Well I played in the summer