Green River

Take me back down where cool water flows, y’all.
Let me remember the things I’ve done: walk on the log where the catfish bite;
walking along the river road at night; barefoot gir, dancin’in the moonlight.
I can hear the bullfrog calling me. (ribbit)
Wond’rin’if my rope’s still hangin’to the tree.
Ole Brody Juniour took me over; said you’re gonna find a well that’s colder.
If I’m a bad boss, give some o’Green River.
Well…