| The lines on my father’s face
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| Ran deep as creek beds on our place
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| And the river ran right through his soul
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| But I know at times it tooks its toll
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| When the crops would flood we lived on fish
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| But never did my father wish
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| To leave the land his life flowed from
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| The river and my dad were one
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| And I’m one of the river’s own
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| It’s current down inside me is strong
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| And it’s up to me to carry on
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| 'Cause I’m one of the river’s own
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| As a kid I watched the river flow
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| Yeah, I admired the way it rocked and rolled
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| Dad was proud I was a river rat
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| But that’s where our common ground ended at
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| 'Cause I seen those city lights downstream
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| And they drew me in when I was seventeen
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| I went everywhere that river runs
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| Yeah, me and that river we were one
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| And I’m one of the river’s own
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| It’s current down inside me is strong
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| And it’s up to me to carry on
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| 'Cause I’m one of the river’s own
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| Two years ago dad passed away
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| And I’ll never forget that mournful day
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| Then a lawyer read me out his will
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| It said «son, it’s time for you to be still»
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| Then a week ago a government man
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| Tried to pay me off to flood our land
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| And I did just what my dad would’ve done
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| 'Cause me and that river we are one
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| And I’m one of the river’s own
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| It’s current down inside me is strong
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| And it’s up to me to carry on
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| 'Cause I’m one of the river’s own |