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By townes van zandt |
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Down at the bottom of that dirty ol' river |
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Down where the reeds and the catfish play |
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There lies a dream as soft as the water |
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There lies a bluebird that's flown away |
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Well, to meet is like springtime |
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And to love's like the summer |
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Her brown eyes shone for nobody but me |
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Then autumn forever, the fool come a fallin' |
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And the rain turned to freezin' inside of me. |
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I'll kindle my fires with the words |
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I can't send you |
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And the roads i can't follow |
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And the songs i can't sing |
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Well, all you young ladies |
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Who dream of tomorrow |
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While you're a listenin' |
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These words will i say |
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Cling to today with its joy |
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And its sorrow |
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You'll need all your memories |
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When youth melts away. |
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Well, the angel of springtime |
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He rides down the southwind |
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The angel of summer |
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He does just the same |
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The angel of autumn |
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She's blue and she's golden |
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And the angel of winter |
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Won't remember your name |
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Down at the bottom of that dirty ol' river |
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Down where the reeds and the catfish play |
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There lies a dream as soft as the water |
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There lies a bluebird that's flown away |
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There lies a bluebird |
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That's flown away |
