October morning on the Missouri on Flickr.
Same Ol’ River ~ Jeff Black
I wish that I could be an indian On a painted pony so fast No one could ever catch me Or get caught up in my past I’d ride and cross many rivers Use many moons to tell time And I’d tell all the young warriors (Many moons ago this was mine all mine Same old river same old sea Same old water rushing over me Same old moon same old sun Same old race that we’ve always run I wish that I could be a pirate And sail the ocean blue Way before the big liners Started sailing there too I’d bury most of my treasure So I wouldn’t leave a big hole And the only real sense of pleasure I’d ge Is that I would sail free in my soul I wish that I could be a slave y’all It really wouldn’t matter what kind I’d sing a song for fallen angels And try to be free in my mind Then when no one was looking I’d drop my harness and plow I’d find my old contemporaries And wipe the shame from their brow I wish that I could be an outlaw Riding from the laws of time An old vigilante against the seasons That I can’t help but rewind I’d always keep my revolver Steady and fast at my side And I’d rob a train bound for glory If I thought I needed a ride

October morning on the Missouri on Flickr.

Same Ol’ River ~ Jeff Black

I wish that I could be an indian 
On a painted pony so fast 
No one could ever catch me 
Or get caught up in my past 
I’d ride and cross many rivers 
Use many moons to tell time 
And I’d tell all the young warriors 
(Many moons ago this was mine all mine 

Same old river same old sea 
Same old water rushing over me 
Same old moon same old sun 
Same old race that we’ve always run 

I wish that I could be a pirate 
And sail the ocean blue 
Way before the big liners 
Started sailing there too 
I’d bury most of my treasure 
So I wouldn’t leave a big hole 
And the only real sense of pleasure I’d ge 
Is that I would sail free in my soul 

I wish that I could be a slave y’all 
It really wouldn’t matter what kind 
I’d sing a song for fallen angels 
And try to be free in my mind 
Then when no one was looking 
I’d drop my harness and plow 
I’d find my old contemporaries 
And wipe the shame from their brow 
I wish that I could be an outlaw 
Riding from the laws of time 
An old vigilante against the seasons 
That I can’t help but rewind 
I’d always keep my revolver 
Steady and fast at my side 
And I’d rob a train bound for glory 
If I thought I needed a ride