| Times have changed and the change of time’s slow going
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| My ramble tamble’s still intact though and I’ve got plenty of guts still showing
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| All along the levy where we just sat and sometimes drank one
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| The weeds are growing over all of our summer days long gone
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| Just take me to the riverbank with no clouds in the sky
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| And if you do, I won’t give my thanks but I’ll stay there till I die
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| I’ve grown and shedded some I’ve shed the ones I used to care for
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| It seems they’re all long dead and gone but they’re still up to the same chores
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| Along the endless streets that are now breeds of walking feet that I just don’t
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| have time for
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| Now I start to save my time pack my things and say goodbye
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| Unsatisfied and anxious now I want to blow away from here
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| Just take me to the riverbank just take me to the riverbank
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| Where waters run like some mistake and I can make my history… |