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Colorado passes by like writing on a wall |
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Headed eastward down to New Orleans |
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Dipping into Texas as the stars are fading out |
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And there's still a lot of country in between |
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When I left California I was 29 years old |
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And the world just spun me around |
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Now I watched Louisiana scroll across the window pane |
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And I'm facing the direction I am bound |
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(Chorus) |
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Cover up the sun, let the river run |
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Make that water run and wash me away |
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Me, Clifton and the king of cats are sat down in the road |
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Pedro said, boys, we're three of kind |
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He said I sat with river rats and I hung my hat with diplomats |
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Had four brothers once upon a time |
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He said they tore the country far away from the Rio Grande |
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And the road just wore them down |
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So they bought a house beside a lake, outside of New Orleans |
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And they stared in the direction of the escalating sound |
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(Chorus) |
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Cover up the gun, let the river run |
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Take this good man's son and wash him away |
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Sister indeciperable is talking to a wall |
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Back in New York city, she's a queen |
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Well, resurrector Genuflect, she saves the one she can't protect |
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Keeps the chapel pressed, if not Sistine |
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She drinks Absinthe mixed with Kerosene to keep herself upright |
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But the word still breaks her down |
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Listen, if you can't keep your shit together |
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When God is on your side |
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What chance do you have when he's not around? |
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(Chorus) |
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Cover up the sun, make that water run |
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Let the river come and take me away |
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People of the Mardi Gras, in their Tuesday best |
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Waiting for the South to rise again |
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Children of Geronimo grieving for the West |
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Feather dressed and marching their refrain |
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All in the dark of Armstrong Park the marching bands ascend |
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But they never make a sound, just a quiet prayer for communist square |
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The silent congregation there, the night to rest our eyes in |
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We just look to the horizon for a change |
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(Chorus) |
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Cover up the sun, let the river run |
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I pray the water come and wash me away |
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Carved in the sky, I'll make that diesel fly |
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Come on, just lay me down to die and just take me away |
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Yeah |
