"The River" lyrics
It's quiet on the river this morning
Ain't nobody on the water but me
But the sun is coming on
And it won't be long
'Fore there's a little more wake
Coming in this creek
I put the lines out in the
Water in the morning
They'll be loaded by the end of the day
I put a trap or two in the wolf gut slough
They'll be full if I'm lucky that way
It's quiet on the river this morning
Ain't nobody on the water but me
But the sun is coming on
And it won't be long
'Fore there's a little more wake
Coming in this creek
I put the lines out in the
Water in the morning
They'll be loaded by the end of the day
I put a trap or two in the wolf gut slough
They'll be full if I'm lucky that way
The river got outta the banks, sweet darling
Probably up into the roots by now
But there ain't no harrassing this ole fish assassin
I'm gonna get 'em in the boat somehow
We gonna fry a mess of fish in the evening
Me and whoever else is around
And that baby of mine might be mad at me but
Believe me, she'll be coming on down
Coming on down, coming on down, coming on down
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
It's quiet on the river this morning
Ain't nobody on the water but me
But the sun is coming on
And it won't be long
'Fore there's a little more wake
Coming in this creek
I put the lines out in the
Water in the morning
They'll be loaded by the end of the day
I put a trap or two in the wolf gut slough
They'll be full if I'm lucky that way
The river got outta the banks, sweet darling
Probably up into the roots by now
But there ain't no harrassing this ole fish assassin
I'm gonna get 'em in the boat somehow
We gonna fry a mess of fish in the evening
Me and whoever else is around
And that baby of mine might be mad at me but
Believe me, she'll be coming on down
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Ain't nobody on the water but me
But the sun is coming on
And it won't be long
'Fore there's a little more wake
Coming in this creek
I put the lines out in the
Water in the morning
They'll be loaded by the end of the day
I put a trap or two in the wolf gut slough
They'll be full if I'm lucky that way
It's quiet on the river this morning
Ain't nobody on the water but me
But the sun is coming on
And it won't be long
'Fore there's a little more wake
Coming in this creek
I put the lines out in the
Water in the morning
They'll be loaded by the end of the day
I put a trap or two in the wolf gut slough
They'll be full if I'm lucky that way
The river got outta the banks, sweet darling
Probably up into the roots by now
But there ain't no harrassing this ole fish assassin
I'm gonna get 'em in the boat somehow
We gonna fry a mess of fish in the evening
Me and whoever else is around
And that baby of mine might be mad at me but
Believe me, she'll be coming on down
Coming on down, coming on down, coming on down
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
It's quiet on the river this morning
Ain't nobody on the water but me
But the sun is coming on
And it won't be long
'Fore there's a little more wake
Coming in this creek
I put the lines out in the
Water in the morning
They'll be loaded by the end of the day
I put a trap or two in the wolf gut slough
They'll be full if I'm lucky that way
The river got outta the banks, sweet darling
Probably up into the roots by now
But there ain't no harrassing this ole fish assassin
I'm gonna get 'em in the boat somehow
We gonna fry a mess of fish in the evening
Me and whoever else is around
And that baby of mine might be mad at me but
Believe me, she'll be coming on down
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Making noise with the alligator boys
Twenty miles east of Gauttier
Writer(s): Lodewijk Fluttert
