River Town Memories
Campfire singalong folk song at 82 BPM: six- and twelve-string acoustic guitars, banjo and steel guitar, with a clear male tenor and close duo harmonies. Nostalgic and homesick, sung in English, about a traveler remembering the river town where he grew up.
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Lyrics
Left my footprints on the dusty road,Carried twenty years of heavy load.But the air out here is dry and thin,Not like the morning mist upon my skin.I close my eyes and I can see the pier,The only place that ever felt this near.Take me back to the river town,Where the muddy water slows us down.Let the current wash the miles away,Back to the docks where the willow trees sway.Take me back to the river town,Where the sun goes easy when it’s going down.We used to jump from the old stone bridge,Running barefoot up the grassy ridge.Old man Miller had a wooden boat,That barely had the spirit left to float.We’d spend the evening catching lightning bugs,Wrapped in the safety of our mothers' hugs.Take me back to the river town,Where the muddy water slows us down.Let the current wash the miles away,Back to the docks where the willow trees sway.Take me back to the river town,Where the sun goes easy when it’s going down.The map says I’m a thousand miles apart,But I’ve got every bend inside my heart.The highway noise is loud and mean,I miss the quiet and I miss the green.Take me back to the river town,Where the muddy water slows us down.Let the current wash the miles away,Back to the docks where the willow trees sway.Take me back to the river town,Where the sun goes easy when it’s going down.Where the water slows us down.My river town.I’m coming home.
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