Banks of the River

Frank and Tony were brothers, they ran away from home
Made it down to Memphis where they sat an' watched the river flow
On the banks of the river, banks of the river
Banks of the river, banks of the river, child

Well, an old man on the bank of the river sat and played his old guitar
Frank reached down into his jacket pocket
Pulled out a beat up harp and began to blow
On the banks of the river
Banks, banks of the river, child

And Tony told the kid about it and that little kid was me
And when I finally ran away from home with someone chasin' after me
I made it down to the banks of the river, banks of the river
Banks of the river, banks of the river, child

Well, they made it out to the country but the cops didn't want'em around
So Officer Bartlet and Officer Fliss said, "Tony, leave town, you better leave town"
Oh, he ran down to the banks

Oh well, Tony caused a lot of trouble and hurt a couple people too
He'd sit up late at night and cry, he didn't know what to do
On the banks, banks of the river
On the banks of the river, on the banks of the river
Bank, child, on the banks of the river, banks of the river

Well, I ain't seen 'em forever, don't know if they still alive
But when I hear someone blowin' the harp
Down on the riverside, on the banks, on the banks of the river
On the banks of the river, bank of the river
On the banks, banks of the river, child
On the banks, on the banks of the river, child
On the banks, on the banks of the river
On the bank, on the banks of the river
Banks, on the bank of the river
On the bamk

In the green grass, by the river
Glass
While a soft breeze stirs and the trucks roll past
On the banks of the river, banks



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Case, Ron Franklin
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