| All over Now |
| Today's the fourth of July another June has gone by and when they light up our town I just think what a waste of gunpowder and sky I'm certain that I am alone in harbouring thoughts of our home it's one of my faults that I can't quell my past I ought to have gotten it gone Oh, baby, I wonder - if when you are older - someday- you'll wake up and say, 'My God, I should have told her - what would it take? But now here I am and the world's gotten colder and she's got the river down which I sold her.' So that's today's memory lane with all the pathos and pain another chapter in a book where the chapters are endless and they're always the same a verse, then a verse, and refrain Oh, baby, I wonder - if when you are older - someday- you'll wake up and say, 'My God, I should have told her - what would it take? But now here I am and the world's gotten colder and she's got the river down which I sold her.' |