Saddle up that old grey mare for me

I wanna ride until these eyes of mine can't see

I never really feel like looking very much anymore

And nothing really matters till it's closer than the house next door...

People talk a lot, but they can never find the heart and the soul

To put a lot of time into more than just a search for gold

The river's flowing dirty and it's moving down to Pass Christian

There used to be a time when it's water was a healing hand...



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Born too late and everything you know is gone, gone

Born too late and everything you know is wrong

I've got a wife in Cleveland and she hates my guts

And everything about her's a reflection of what drove me nuts

I stopped to buy a beer inside the trading post and lost my keys

that somber wooden indian by the door began to laugh at me...



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My silver Catalina's busy rusting in the cool night air

he's only got a few more miles beneath his hood out there

I stood a while beside him and I thought about his thirst for oil

I thought about his greed for speed and how we've all got spoiled



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