The Rolling River Band: Music

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I sit on this old chair, you bring me my beer
Tell me your troubles, I lend you my ear
You give me good loving, and you keep me well fed
When I'm over my limit, you'll put me to bed

Now I find myself talking, even when you're not home
I find myself drinking even more on my own,
I don't ask for nothing, for I have all I need,
A few simple pleasures, never been one for greed

And time just keeps rolling like the river below
Time just keeps rolling but baby
Where does it go

There's an old fashioned mirror, on the wall down the stairs
It sometimes takes a moment for reflections to appear,
I ask you the reason, and you say it's old
And that's why your words to me glitter like gold

The moon's hanging low, a deep indigo blue
I'm happy as Larry just sitting with you
We drink the place dry, and time how it flies,
As we watch the stars scatter across a black sky

And time just keeps rolling, like the river below
Time just keeps rolling but baby
Where does it go