| Meet me by the river when the sun’s going down*
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| Make a little fire pass a bottle 'round
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| Ain’t no path, so follow all the sounds
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| Oh I’ll see you down there
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| You could tell two friends and they could five
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| We’ll all be here when Jack and Jim arrive
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| It’ll be just us and the trees, and a little fresh air
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| And when the whiskey’s all gone and the night grows old
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| There’s no more sense in the stories told
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| We can laugh down the path with smoke in our clothes
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| And find a little peace down there
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| So maybe I’ll see you down there
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| We’ll all get together for a while
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| So maybe I’ll see you down there
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| Everyone together for a while
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| Oh, I’ll see you there
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| Oh, I’ll see you there
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| Meet me in the city where the street’s run down
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| Gather up a crowd in an empty town
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| It’s where the people speed up and the time slows down
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| Oh, I’ll see you down there
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| Sally pours a drink and the glasses raise high
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| We wrote on the wall in a crooked line
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| The same song plays that we heard so many times
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| And now we’ll hear it down there
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| So maybe I’ll see you down there
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| We’ll all get together for a while
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| So maybe I’ll see you down there
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| Everyone together for a while
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| Oh, I’ll see you there
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| Oh, I’ll see you there |