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, | 
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| 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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| That night we went | 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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| 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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| 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. | 
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|  | Down to the | river my | baby and | I, | 
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| Oh, | down to the | river we | ri-i-i- | ide. | Oh-oh-... | 
  
 
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