Woody Brown River
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Like forks calling knives across sands of flags
Woody Brown river keeps calling me back
Well she runs like a cheetah and melts fire when she sings
How I long to be dwarfed by here watery wings
To the Woody Brown river I often would ride
And stand at there banks and toss pebbles inside
Watch the sky crack a laugh as it's sentences fell
For the Woody Brown river ran deep as a well
Oh Woody Brown river you’re breaking me up
A seashell just landed in my water cup
And you’re always there waving from the back of my mind
With desperate hands that claim to be kind
And Woody Brown eyes that render me blind
So as forks beckon knifes across sands of flags
The Woody Brown river’s breaking my back
When you find the sunset you just crave the sunrise
And I shall never sleep till I’ve slept in her thighs
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