| Ain’t no more cane on the Brazos
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| Yeah, yeah yeah
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| It’s all been ground down to molasses
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| I saw a red iron sunsets — From a rust iron bridge
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| In the Indian country -Of the mockingbird kid
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| I saw the moon in a boxcar — Being carried as freight
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| Through 62 winters — Through 48 states
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| In an old Chinese graveyard — I slept in the weeds
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| When a song and a story — Were all a kid needs
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| Hear the rhymes and the rattles — Of those runaway trains
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| And the songs of the cowboy — And the sound of the rain
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| And it’s mom I miss you
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| I woke up and screamed
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| American rivers — Roll deep through my dreams
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| Colorado, Yeah Alleghany, Shenandoah, Susquehanny
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| And the Wabash and the Hudson and the brave Rio Grande
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| I was a kid there asleep in the sandy old water
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| Yeah old water
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| We named ‘em for Indians — Our guilt to forsake
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| The Delaware the Blackfoot — The Flathead the Snake
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| Now they roll past casinos _ And old hamburger stands
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| They’re all waving farewell — To the kid on the lamb
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| With their Jig sawed old arteries — So clogged and defiled
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| No open heart miracle — Is gonna turn 'em back wild
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| Past towns gone to bankers — Past fields gone to seed
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| All cut up and carved out — So divided by greed
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| And old grandfather catfish — With his whiskers so long
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| And his life in a struggle — Cuz the oxygen’s gone
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| Oh mom I miss you
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| I woke up and screamed
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| These American rivers — They poison my dreams
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| Colorado, Alleghany, Shenandoah, Susquehanny
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| And the Wabash and the Hudson and the brave Rio Grande
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| I was a kid there I was asleep in the sandy old water
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| Yeah old water |