Text: Don Williams. Standing Knee Deep In A River.
Friends I could count on I could count on 1 hand with a left over finger or two. I took them for granted, let them all slip away, now where they are I wish I knew.
They roll by just like water & I guess we never learn, go through life parched and empty standing knee deep in a river, dying of thirst.
Sometimes I remember the good people I?ve known, some I?ve forgotten I suppose. One or two still linger, oh I wonder now why I ever let them go.
They roll by just like water & I guess we never learn, go through life parched and empty standing knee deep in a river, dying of thirst.
So the side walk is crowded the city goes by, I just rushed through another day & a world full of strangers turn their eyes to me, but I just look the other way.
They roll by just like water & I guess we never learn, go through life parched and empty standing knee deep in a river, dying of thirst.
Go through life parched and empty, standing knee deep in a river dying of thirst
They roll by just like water & I guess we never learn, go through life parched and empty standing knee deep in a river, dying of thirst.
Sometimes I remember the good people I?ve known, some I?ve forgotten I suppose. One or two still linger, oh I wonder now why I ever let them go.
They roll by just like water & I guess we never learn, go through life parched and empty standing knee deep in a river, dying of thirst.
So the side walk is crowded the city goes by, I just rushed through another day & a world full of strangers turn their eyes to me, but I just look the other way.
They roll by just like water & I guess we never learn, go through life parched and empty standing knee deep in a river, dying of thirst.
Go through life parched and empty, standing knee deep in a river dying of thirst
Don Williams