| Where does an old time river man go
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| After he’s passed away
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| Does his soul still keep a watch on the deep
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| For the rest of his river days
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| Does he then come back as a channel cat
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| Or the wasp that lied on the wheat
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| Or the birds that fly through summer sky
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| Or the fish swimmin' under the key
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| Where does an old time pilot go
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| After he stood his last watch
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| Does he fall by the ear of the man who steers
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| Sayin' «Hold her on that notch»
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| There’s a gentle sneeze in the river breeze
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| It’s sayin' «Son I’m goin' to bed»
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| And the light that and go off in the night
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| Or was it fireflies instead
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| Where does an old time engineer go
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| After he’s cooled her down
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| Gone up the hill to never come back
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| On the quiet side of town
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| Does his soul live on in the engine’s soul
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| While the striker checks the gears
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| Is he still afloat on an old steam boat
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| After he’s gone from here |