Cold Late Spring Bark River

Cold late spring Bark River
High water in the tall grass
And I'm listening
To the cars roll by
Out on the overpass

Red-Winged Blackbird singing
I've got three cans of Pabst
And I'm going to watch
The night go down
And try to make it last

I built a little fire
From the driftwood
Old letters and notebooks and such
Now all that's left is my memories
Glowing in the whine and the hush

And I lay down on my side
I watched that cold moon rise
And I slept for a while and my dreams
Were strangers
Strangers

Cold late spring Bark River
I remember that night so well
Some things you only know by leaving
There's some things
You never can tell



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Foucault
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