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Bruce Hornsby & The Range
Bruce Hornsby & The Range
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby
Composition
John Hornsby
John Hornsby
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Huey Lewis
Huey Lewis
Production
Jim Gaines
Jim Gaines
Ingénierie

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The rain held back again Haven't felt a drop since you went away Outside of town, the hills are brown I guess way out there you'd call 'em golden Lines outside the welfare store The clock is stopped at the bank next door They yelled like hell when the boys left home Now just like you, they're all gone The river runs low tonight And eyes are closed on the waterline The river runs low tonight And you're always drifting through my mind The river runs low tonight And nobody waits for the tide to rise I'm gonna wait till you make The river run high Whoa-oh... Whoa, oooh... The old man's gettin' on Keeps the morning paper in his overcoat It keeps him warm in the cold storm And he told me today I look a little lonely Up in the air they're heading south The sky is light to the west of town With a little cash I could get around You know I'd come out there and find you Whoa... The river runs low tonight And eyes are closed on the waterline The river runs low tonight And you're always drifting through my mind The river runs low tonight And nobody waits for the tide to rise But I'm gonna wait till you make The river run high Whoa-oh... Whoa, oooh... Whoa-oh... Up in the air they're heading south The sky is light to the west of town With a little cash I could get around You know I'd come out there and find you Whoa... The river runs low tonight And eyes are closed on the waterline The river runs low tonight And you're always drifting through my mind The river runs low tonight And nobody waits for the tide to rise I'm gonna wait till you make The river run high Whoa-oh-oh... Whoa, oooh... oooooo... la-laaa...
Writer(s): Bruce Hornsby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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