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Robert Wayne Swain
Robert Wayne Swain
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Ridin' down route fifty five Seems to be asleep Change your name at Wardensville Playin hide and seek Wandrin around like a drunken man Who goes from town to town Never walks a straight line Never settles down Children of the river bank When they go to bed Dream about your caverns Wondering where they led The sons of Tuscarora And the sons of mountaineers Have disappeared into the earth Left behind their tears Sparkling cool in the summertime Grasses swing and sway The otter and the bobcat All meet you on their way Do you know something no one knows What will come to be River Lost what do you see River Lost where can you be Highway cuts the land in two The native man is gone Windmills on the ridge do work Miners once had done Do you see the lakes the men have made That swallowed up my home Do your lost ears even listen as the changes come along Sparkling cool in the summertime Grasses swing and sway The otter and the bobcat All meet you on their way Do you know something no one knows What will come to be River Lost what do you see River Lost where can you be? Sparkling cool in the summertime Grasses swing and sway The otter and the bobcat All meet you on their way Do you know something no one knows What will come to be River Lost what do you see River Lost what do you see River Lost where can you be
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