Today's the fourth of July

another June has gone by

and when they light up our town

I just think what a waste of gunpowder and sky



I'm certain I am alone

In harboring thoughts of our home

its one of my faults that I can't quell my past

I ought to have gotten it gone

I ought to have gotten it gone



Oh Baby,

I wonder if when you are older, someday

you'll wake up and say "My God, I should have told her

what will it take

but now here I am and the world's gotten colder

and she's got the river down which I sold her"



So that's today's memory lane

with all the pathos and pain

another chapter in a book where the chapters are endless

and they're always the same

a verse and a verse,

and refrain



Oh Baby,

I wonder if when you are older, someday

you'll wake up and say "My God I should have told her

what will it take

but now here I am and the world's gotten colder

and she's got the river down which I sold her"

now she's got the river down which I sold her