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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