Well the kids in my time never played marbly games
We were hell along the river with barbles to claim
Come midnight high water or alone in the rain
In the summer instead of slumber old Rum River
I was an elfin carp ranger down below the dam
Could surely swim across the current catch crawdads and clam
Neath the turbines I would climb with a rod in my hand
Sure death below me you never slowed me old Rum River
Far from the pulpit and the bullshit I laughed as the pretty girls passed
Hahahaha
Fighting a huge one without shoes on cut my bare feet on tin cans and glass
With early bird anglers and late night bums that were smashed old Rum River
I fished the high waters down below the bridge
Where the rusty Rum River met the young Mississip
Me and Kuta had secret bourbon that we regally sipped
Pissed in the willows lost my minnows old Rum River
There was a snag on a deep hole where the two rivers mixed
And above it on an islet a stone turret was fixed
A tale of knife wounds and a young soul eighty sixed
Though I didn’t fear it wouldn’t go near it old Rum River
Beneath the suburban haze the sun rays summarily scorched my skin
On the back porch skinning bluegill skinny dipping with older women
As for acts unbecoming a sportsman me and him never snitched old Rum River
Well the kids in my times never played marbly games
Jim, I'm loving this album! Sounds so good. I don't think the pedal steel was on the last versions of these tracks I heard. It's great! Kudos on a lovely record. Ben Armstrong
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