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Can't lose the taste of this river mud, |
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Black water in my lungs. |
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They say you can't step in the same river twice |
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Well I've been stepping in this river seems like most my life. |
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So sharpen up those dragging hooks |
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Tie that sheep shank tight |
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Cast into the river boys |
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We're dragging for those lost years tonight. |
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There's a man whose lost his wife |
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Said she'd be home by eight, |
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But that was well on three weeks ago |
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Now he's walking those banks searching for clues to her fate. |
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See that girl she's lost her boy |
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Flash flood stole him away. |
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Now she keeps a vigil on that suspension bridge |
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Praying for that river to return him one day. |
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So sharpen up those dragging hooks |
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Tie that clove hitch tight |
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Cast into the river boys |
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We're dragging for lost love tonight. |
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Can't lose the taste of this river mud |
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Black water in my lungs. |
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They say even the weariest river in the end will find the sea |
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But here among the cat tails all we discuss is breaking free |
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So sharpen up those dragging hooks |
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Tie that sheep shank tight |
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Cast into the water boys |
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We're dragging for lost souls tonight. |
