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.