Going Down to the river with my bucket
One more silver dollar
Burning a hole in my pocket
Entering through closed fire
Playing with remembrance
Running with my wishes
Out your back door
In the hot morning sun
Bringing me happiness
The wrong and the hundred ways
Not just making
But, taking away
Rolling brown and blessed
Crispy like tumbleweed
Down, down un luck
Looks good going down
Watch it all burn down
Doing me wrong
Wild candy dances
She has wisdom in her eyes
Doing me right
True to another
True to the cut
Shooting dice
And building homes
Before the cow comes
Your up and down melody
we aren’t through
just beginning
just used to the coaster
meeting all the beauties
riding with the Russians
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