Woorden:
De Rivier Piano

You're a cool little one, my dark southern breeze Sweeps through my fingers and it amazes me Dixie shadow land, your envy shelters me Lay down your burden

So long, boy you can take my place I've got my papers, I've got my pay So pack my bags and I'll be on my way To Yellow River Put my gun down, the war

I guess you didn't notice but I get this all the time I know what you're doing here You've come here fighting loneliness And you wish you were mine Well