The River
Bruce Springsteen / Bruce Springsteen: The River (1980)
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| I come from down the | valley where | Mister, when you're | young, |
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They | bring you up to | do just | like your daddy | done. |
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Me and | Mary we met in high school When | she was just | seven | teen. |
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We'd | ride out of this valley down to | where the fields were | green. |
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We'd go | down to the | river and | into the river we'd | dive, - Oh, | down to the | river we'd | ride. | |
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Then | I got Mary | pregnant and | man that was all she | wrote, |
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And | for my nineteenth | birthday I got a union | card and a wedding | coat. |
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| We went down to the courthouse and the | judge put it | all to | rest. |
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| No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle, No | flowers, no wedding | dress. |
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We'd go | down to the | river and | into the river we'd | dive, - Oh, | down to the | river we'd | ride. | |
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I | got a job working con | struction for the | Johnstown Com | pany, |
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But | lately there ain't been | much work on ac | count of the econo | my. |
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Now | all them things that seemed so important, Well, mister, they | vanished right in | to the | air. |
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Now I just | act like I don't remember and Mary | acts like she don't | care. |
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We'd go | down to the | river and | into the river we'd | dive, |
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Oh, | down to the | river we'd | ride. | |
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But I | remember us riding in my | brothers car, her body | tan and wet down by the | reservoir. |
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At | night on them banks I'd | lie awake and pull her | close just to feel each | breath she'd take. |
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Now those | memories come back to haunt me, They | haunt me | like a | curse. |
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Is a | dream a lie if it don't come true or | is it something | worse? |
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It sends me | down to the | river, though I know | the river is | dry! |
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Oh, | down to the | river to | ni-i-i- | ight. - | Down to the | river my | baby and | I, |
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Oh, | down to the | river we | ri-i-i- | ide. |
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