: (R.Charles) Do you know way down way down upon the Swanee Talkin' about the river, you know it's so far Yes it's so far away Do you know that's where
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: 'way down upon the Swanee River Far, far away There's where my heart is turning ever There's where the old folks stay All the world is sad and dreary
: Saw an angel been nailed to the cross Down the dim river side A woman cry be with me into the end of the light Born a river queen to grace for land
me a river, Cry me a river, I cried a river over you. Now you say you're sorry For being so untrue Well you can cry me a river Cry me a river, I cried
(R.Charles) Do you know way down way down upon the Swanee Talkin' about the river, you know it's so far Yes it's so far away Do you know that's where
cry me a river Cry me a river I cried a river over you Now you say you're sorry For being so untrue Well, you can cry me a river Cry me a river I cried
This week's cash For last week's grass Your crew collates While you sit in the van and wait Gassed and trashed and smashed Your cad's roasting away
'way down upon the Swanee River Far, far away There's where my heart is turning ever There's where the old folks stay All the world is sad and dreary
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To pledge my love To pledge my love to you I am a rock Bottom riser And I owe it all to you I saw a gold ring At the bottom of the river Glinting At
, "i am born again" oh let the river flow, oh let the river flow let the river flow, let the river flow Holy Spirit come, move in power let the river flow, let the river
Saw an angel been nailed to the cross Down the dim river side A woman cry be with me into the end of the light Born a river queen to grace for land
roadblock, I'll parachute in I'm a rocker, baby, I'm a rocker - I'm in love I'm a rocker, baby, I'm a rocker - every day I'm a rocker, baby, I'm a rocker
The band is playing hot and singing sweet harmony Chorus: Won't you go rockin' on the river with me? Why don't you go rockin' on the river with me?
I walked with the river in kind of a dream Hand in hand, the all knowing river and me To the clamor of rushes and deeply barren trees A drunk making blossom