(Take Me To The) Riverbed - Swingin Utters

Times have changed and the change of time’s slow going

My ramble tamble’s still intact though and I’ve got plenty of guts still showing

All along the levy where we just sat and sometimes drank one

The weeds are growing over all of our summer days long gone

Just take me to the riverbank with no clouds in the sky

And if you do, I won’t give my thanks but I’ll stay there till I die

I’ve grown and shedded some I’ve shed the ones I used to care for

It seems they’re all long dead and gone but they’re still up to the same chores

Along the endless streets that are now breeds of walking feet that I just don’t

have time for

Now I start to save my time pack my things and say goodbye

Unsatisfied and anxious now I want to blow away from here

Just take me to the riverbank just take me to the riverbank

Where waters run like some mistake and I can make my history…