Everybody gathered where the river runs wider At the edge of town To see if that Eddie Lee Vaughn baptism Was really gonna go down Folks bet their hard
be sailing at first light Come gather Set our course for the crossing Together Sail on, sail on River sail on Sail on, sail on River sail on The river
her And ever since that She waits down at the end of that dirt road For young Johnny to come back Struck me kinda funny Funny yeah to me How at the
Father standing at the door This world has been a wilderness I'm headed for deliverance Lord, I've never been this homesick before I can see the family gather
pines where the family used to gather. There's a little shady grove where they built a country church. They was singing in the ground. Baptisin' in the river
at the end? To Save Some time Bags and our War Planes are Gathered The Clock is ticking you have no authority Float like a dead man down the river And
living dead gather in stained glass tomb Penance for impending doom And they go on living their lives depraved Because once a week they are saved And the man in the river
bright lights dimmed another fight is gonna land her back in hell again time such a beautiful lie find me a beautiful lie all her friends gathered round
not human Well, there was sand, there were tiles The sun had melted the sand And it coagulated like a river of glass When it hardened, he looked at
dream alone Try to find another Salvation sat and crossed herself Called the devil partner Wisdom burned upon a shelf Who'll kill the raging cancer Seal the river at
the river, in the river In the river, in the river In the river In the river In the river In the river In the river In the river In the river In the
around So the gathered up all the rags and burned them in their trains Yeah, they burned their ancestors for fuel. Ooo, I'm a crocodile floating down the river
we shall gather at the river with eachother cause you're my brother dip our souls in the water for the healing of eachother be saved, sanctified freed
tears start cascading. Great rivers of truth washing over the land. In praise or in pity, in fear or forgiveness. The thunder is slain, the demon at hand
And Fined Him Fifty Dollars Court Cost Exposure Exposure Four Years To The Day Jeff Was Exposing Himself Again At The Kinnickinnic River A Gathering
History merely repeats itself Nothing in this world is truly new The sea churns as it feeds from the river at it's mouth The wind blows across the land
some friendly fightin' Usually little Becky Lee winds up Jumpin' up on somebody's hood, don't she dance good? Join the crowd gathered 'round Over the river
punchline hit home and at the end of the joke did you notice that no-one was laughing with you. You were out on your own, Waving at trains, waving at