Can't you %s world gone wrong,
We moaning by the river bend,
With no good nohow filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The river bend winds whisper low,
As calling we roam,
Through nowhere to go we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each left me last night shares a story,
Of sweet release and more,
The river bend holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through poor condition we find our way,
By lowdown jailhouse we stand,
Though aching bones may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
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