banks of the river

Frank & Tony were brothers/ they ran away from home/ they made it down to Memphis/  where they sat an' watched the river flow/ on the banks of the river/ on the banks of the river/ child

an old man on the bank of the river/ sat & played an old guitar/ Frank reached into his jacket pocket/ & pulled out a beat up harp/ (& began to blow) & they played on the banks/ of the river/ the banks of the river/ child

& Tony told The Kid about it/ & that little kid was me/ & when I finally ran away from home/ with someone chasin' after me/ I made it down to the banks / of the river/ the banks of the river /child

they made it out to the country/ but the cops didn't want'em around/ So Officer Bartlet & Officer Fliss/ said Tony now you better leave town/ he ran down to the banks/ of the river child

Tony caused a lot of trouble/ & he hurt a couple people too/ & he'd sit up late at night & cry/ cause he didn't know what to do/on the banks/ on the banks of the river, child

I ain't seen 'em forever/ don't know if they still alive/ but when I hear someone blowin' the harp/ down on the riverside/ on the banks of the river
On the banks of the river:

in the green grass/ by the river glass/ while a soft breeze stirs/ & the trucks roll past.

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