| Down by the river junior year
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| Walking with my girl
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| And we came upon a place
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| There in the tall grass where a couple
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| Had been making love
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| And left the mark of their embrace
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| I said to her, «Looks like they had some fun.»
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| She said to me, «Let's do the same.»
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| And still I taste her kisses
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| And her freckles in the sun
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| When I play the poet game
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| A young man down in hill country
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| In the year of '22
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| Went to see his future bride
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| She lived in a rough old shack
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| That poverty blew through
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| She invited him inside
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| She’d been cooking, ashamed and feeling sad
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| She could only offer him bread and her name —
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| Grandpa said that it was the best gift
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| A fella ever had
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| And he taught me the poet game
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| I had a friend who drank too much
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| And played too much guitar —
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| And we sure got along
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| Reel-to-reels rolled across
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| The country near and far
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| With letters poems and songs.
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| But these days he don’t talk to me
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| And he won’t tell me why
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| I miss him every time i say his name
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| I don’t know what he’s doing
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| Or why our friendship died
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| While we played the poet game
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| The fall rain was pounding down
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| On an old New Hampshire mill
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| And the river wild and high
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| I was talking to her while leaves blew down
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| Like a sudden chill —
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| There was wildness in her eyes
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| We made love like we’d been waiting
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| All of our lives for this —
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| Strangers know no shame —
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| But she had to leave at dawn
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| And with a sticky farewell kiss
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| Left me to play the poet game
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| I watched my country turn into
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| A coast-to-coast strip mall
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| And I cried out in a song:
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| If we could do all that in thirty years
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| Then please tell me you all —
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| Why does good change take so long?
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| Why does the color of your skin
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| Or who you choose to love
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| Still lead to such anger and pain?
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| And why do I think it’s any help
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| For me to still dream of
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| Playing the poet game?
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| Sirens wail above the fields —
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| Another soul gone down —
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| Another Sun about to rise
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| I’ve lost track of my mistakes
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| Like birds they fly around
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| And darken half of my skies
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| To all of those I’ve hurt —
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| I pray you’ll forgive me
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| I to you will freely do the same
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| So many things I didn’t see
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| With my eyes turned inside
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| Playing the poet game
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| I walk out at night to take a leak
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| Underneath the stars —
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| Oh yeah that’s the life for me
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| There’s Orion and the Pleiades
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| And I guess that must be Mars —
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| All as clear as we long to be
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| I’ve sung what I was given —
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| Some was bad and some was good
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| I never did know from where it came
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| And if I had it all to do again
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| I am not sure I would
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| Play the poet game |