Up the River Again
I was crazy as a June bug
With my long pajamas on
Driving just like a dune bug
Crazy eight on the dawn
Singing just like a frog, man
About the turkey and the straw
It weren't the best days in the world
Just the best i saw
And we'd go up and down the drive on new skates
Spinning 45s like blue plates
Damn, I was alive, and I can't wait
To go up the river again
I was such a little hot-shot
Spinning a ball on my thumb
Coaxing a beat out of a cook pot
Just like it was a drum
I wore my pants on the low side
It kept me close to the boards
I piled my hair on the high side
And kept a comb in my cords
And we'd go up and down the drive on new skates
Spinning 45s like blue plates
Damn, I was alive, and I can't wait
To go up the river again
Oh mama, we ain't in San Francisco anymore
And I still dream of galway's distant shore
And Colorado is like a suit i've never worn
Someday, babe, I'm taking you up the river
To where i was born
I was the color of a hot dog
Before I could even count to one
I spent my time on a cut log
Just rolling in the sun
I cut the rapids in two licks
Bathed in the falls at three
Up on the bridge I played Poohsticks
Just my shadow and me
And we'd go up and down the drive on new skates
Spinning 45s like blue plates
Damn, I was alive, and I can't wait
To go up the river again
And we'd go up and down the drive on new skates
Spinning 45s like blue plates
Damn, I was alive, and I can't wait
To go up the river again
With my long pajamas on
Driving just like a dune bug
Crazy eight on the dawn
Singing just like a frog, man
About the turkey and the straw
It weren't the best days in the world
Just the best i saw
And we'd go up and down the drive on new skates
Spinning 45s like blue plates
Damn, I was alive, and I can't wait
To go up the river again
I was such a little hot-shot
Spinning a ball on my thumb
Coaxing a beat out of a cook pot
Just like it was a drum
I wore my pants on the low side
It kept me close to the boards
I piled my hair on the high side
And kept a comb in my cords
And we'd go up and down the drive on new skates
Spinning 45s like blue plates
Damn, I was alive, and I can't wait
To go up the river again
Oh mama, we ain't in San Francisco anymore
And I still dream of galway's distant shore
And Colorado is like a suit i've never worn
Someday, babe, I'm taking you up the river
To where i was born
I was the color of a hot dog
Before I could even count to one
I spent my time on a cut log
Just rolling in the sun
I cut the rapids in two licks
Bathed in the falls at three
Up on the bridge I played Poohsticks
Just my shadow and me
And we'd go up and down the drive on new skates
Spinning 45s like blue plates
Damn, I was alive, and I can't wait
To go up the river again
And we'd go up and down the drive on new skates
Spinning 45s like blue plates
Damn, I was alive, and I can't wait
To go up the river again
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Writer(s): Christopher Watkins
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