Down By the River
She told me to meet her by the river
Down in the gentle streets of San Antone
I had a young cowboy's love to give her
Now I stand here in the rain all alone
She has a heart of purest gold they say
But be warned she is fickle through and through
I said doesn't matter much either way
My heart tells me my lovin' time is due
Now I stand here by the rollin' river
Wet and cold as a young cowboy can be
And I have to chuckle when I shiver
I guess this heart of gold weren't meant for me
Beware of the fickle woman, my friend,
Broken hearts are slow -oh, so slow - to mend
i/26/2017
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