1, 2, 3, 4 Colorado passes by like writing on a wall

Headed eastward down to New Orleans

Dipping into Texas as the stars are fading out

There's still a lot of country in between When I left California I was 29 years old

And the world just spun me around

Now I watched Louisiana scroll across the window pane

And I'm facing the direction I am bound Cover up the sun

Let the river run

Make that waters come

Wash me away Me, Clifton and the king of cats

We sat down in the road

Pedro said, boys, we're three of kind

He said I sat with river rats and I hung my hat with diplomats

Had four brothers once upon a time He said they tore the country far away from the Rio Grande

And the road just wore them down

So they bought a house beside a lake, outside of New Orleans

And they stared in the direction of the escalating sound Cover up the sun

Let the river run

Take this good man's son

And wash him away Well Sister indeciperable is talking to a wall

Back in New York city, she's a queen (in New York sh's a queen)

Well, resurrector Genuflect, she saves the one she can't protect

Keep the chapel pressed, if not Sistine She drinks Absinthe mixed with Kerosene to keep herself upright

But the word still brings her down

If you can't keep your *** together

When God is on your side

What chance do you have when he's not around? Cover up the sun

Make that water run

Let the river come

To wash me away People of the Mardi Gras, in their Tuesday best

Waiting for the South to rise again

Children of Geronimo grieving for the West

Feather dressed and marching their refrain Oh in the dark of Armstrong Park the marching bands ascend

But they never make a sound

Just a quiet prayer for communist square

A silent conversation there

With the night to rest our eyes in

We just look to the horizon for a change Cover up the sun

Let the river run

I pray the water come and wash me away

Color in the sky

Make that diesel fly

Oh, just lay me down to die and just take me away

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