| I’d like to can all my troubles in fruit jars on a cedar shelf
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| Pack up the car and my guitar and promise I will laugh at myself
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| I’m gonna slow this whole thing down
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| On this not so merry go round
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| 'Cause I need a river in a real bad way
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| Out of sight and out of town I go
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| Take to the giver this heavy heart of clay
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| And I’ll swing on the vine
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| Letting go I know I’ll find
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| That I am falling into grace
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| I need a river, I need a river in a real bad way
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| Baby you can come too if you promise to be lighter than air
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| No tangles or distractions except the wild flowers in my hair
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| You can come up close to me
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| 'Cause you know I know what you need yeah
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| You need a river in a real bad way
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| Out of sight and out of town you go
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| Take to the giver your heavy heart of clay
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| And you’ll swing on the vine
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| Letting go I know you’ll find
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| That you are falling into grace
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| You need a river, you need a river in a real bad way
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| I wanna slow this whole thing down
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| On this not so merry go round
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| Yeah I need a river in a real bad way
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| Out of sight and out of town I go
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| Take to the giver this heavy heart of clay
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| And I’ll swing on the vine
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| Letting go I know I’ll find
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| That I am falling into grace
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| Oh I love, I love this place
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| I need a river, yeah I need a river in a real bad way
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| Ooh I need a river
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| I need a river
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| Oh I need a river |