Lyrical. Poetry about the Mississippi River.
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Music Poetry. Blues.
I work my fingers to the bone, all day long, all day long.
Then I’ll find my way back home.
Something is going to come my way,
Yeah! I will find a way today.
A way for you and me, bring us out of poverty.
These old river blues will never die.
So, mama don’t you cry for me.
Don’t cry for me.
I’m leavin’ on the Delta Queen.
Gonna roll this river, see what I can see.
Gonna make a way for you and me.
Dont ask why and don’t you cry,
these old river blues will never die.
Gonna take my guitar and roll this river long and far.
Gonna bring my harmonica too.
So, when I’m lonely I’ll sing the blues.
Got to leave from here today.
Have to make a way.
Roll this river on that Delta Queen.
See as far as I can see.
Bring us out of poverty.
Sing them blues, don’t ask why.
These old river blues will never die.
Don’t you cry for me mama , don’t you cry.
Copyright 2008 ShannonLynnFarlouis
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