Down on the river, way down the river
I hear a whistle blow
Down on the landing, where I am standing
Down where the river flows

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Down on the river, way down the river
I hear a show boat band
Big wheel a flashing, old General Jackson
Rolling on to Oprey Land

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Young people dancing, old folks romancing
All to the country tune
Here at the rail, put out to sail
Under a southern moon

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Keep on truckin’

Keep on truckin’

Keep on truckin’
Keep on truckin down the line

To the Ozark Hills of old Missouri

And from North Alabama hills of Georgia
Gotta keep on truckin’ down the line

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Good Lord willin’and the creek don’t run dry
Friends and neighbors all gather round
Mom and Dad and Grandpa too
Grandpa will dotsy doe
Gotta keep on truckin' down the line

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Now I’ve known these boys mighty long time
Their down to earth, and you’ll like em too
They pick and sing those good old country songs
And always do a mighty fine job

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Well I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
It blowed so low
It blowed so sweet

I was laying on my bed down on Toulouse street
Well,I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
Well,I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
Well,I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow

She blowed so low
She blowed so sweet
I was laying on my bed down on Toulouse street
Well,I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
WelI, thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow

in the rain out there over by Algiers
It May be ghosts or the noise of trucks grinding through their gears

Well,I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
Well I ,thought I heard that Natchez whistle moan

It was strange it hung in the corners of the room
And I wondered if she would be back soon

Well I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
Well I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow

accompanied by some steel off and on. If you can get a listen,

help would be appreciated…v.g.

Now Jane was a lady
Stole my mother’s cane(falsetto)
But the pain wasn’t real
And it is in my brain(falsetto)

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Its sad I know just to think of Jane
With all her friends kinda ah…heee….(falsetto)
She stole my mother’s cane

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Now Mother’s mad without a cane
…and I won’t go nowhere without my cane

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Now if you see Jane,
Just tell her, bring back my mother’s cane

Tag: Told Jane, bring back that walking cane

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Now Mother’s mad without a cane
…and I won’t go nowhere without my cane

Now if you see Jane,
Just tell her, bring back my mother’s cane

Tag: Told Jane, bring back that walking cane

You don’t know me, where I live
My tracks may soon go everywhere
Because there ain’t no other place for them to go
Where I dwell outside of now

for me that’s really hard to say
Like sometimes I’m not really sure I even know

What’s the difference being different?
When it’s difference now that looks alike
You say I’m changing, I’m not sure that’s wrong
It’s just the center line on this highway
runs up my banjo neck
And I feel somehow that it’s natural to be gone

What crazy patterns do we follow sitting knee to knee
Upon some riverbank somewhere at suppertime
The evening air is moving like molasses
towards the sticky night
So easy as I press your hand in mine
What’s the difference being different?
When it’s difference now that looks alike
You say I’m changing, I’m not sure that’s wrong
Today if may be natural
Sitting here discussing it
Tomorrow just as natural to be gone

Grandma screams at the Jersey cow,
And talks about a girl named Kate
Alligator goes on a drinking jag
And wipes his eyes with haste
A railroad steamboat whistle too
Jim rehearses yesterday’s news
Mom went to work with the bathtub blues
And Jack’s in the sack with the grip

Yeah, Jack’s in the sack, he’s flat on his back
Jack’s in the sack with the grip
Pete’s in the street with 19th fleet
And Bob’s got a girl on the strip
People of the court and we all got stoned
The department of safety come and took our phone
Mitch pulled the switch and we all went home
Jack’s in the sack with the grip

Out in the wildwood, a sitting on a chair
The sun goes down at night
Trying to hog that centerline
Is a knock down drag out fight
Hubert Humphrey’s got the flu
Cassius Clay and Timbuktu
Someone siezed his biscuit too
And Jack’s in the sack with the grip

Put on your night shirt, wear it in the hall
And paint all the doorknobs black
Build a fire with the TV Guide
And put all your shoes in a sack
Stick your hand in the same old grind
Sing it to the tune of Sweet Adeline
And sign your name at the base of her spine
‘Cause Jack’s in the sack with the grip

Jack’s in the sack, he’s flat on his back
Jack’s in the sack with the grip
I’m on the desk with an army sword
And George did a Cajun flip
Pete pulled a cork and we all got stoned
Sang about a place where the buffalo roam
Mitch pulled a switch and we all went home.

And Jack’s in the sack with the grip
Jack’s in the sack with the grip

Now why you got to spend all that time in front of the mirror?
And why you got to spend all that time trying on clothes?

You don’t have to do that
You don’t have to do that

You’re beautiful, and you’ll always come through
Like Buddy Emmons when he plays his steel guitar

Why you got to get all them jams, jellies, and preserves?
And why you got to smear them on your face right before you come to bed?

You don’t have to do that
You don’t have to do that

You’re beautiful and you’ll always come through
Like Benny’s going to do after me and Mack sing the bridge

Bridge:
Now, I wish you wouldn’t worry, and let it all hang down
I wish you wouldn’t worry, that I won’t be around

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Well your judgment gets a little strange when your looking in the mirror

There’re Certain things you just can’t see cause you’re not a man, (and that’s a good thing)
No, you don’t have to do that
You don’t have to do that

You’re beautiful and you’ll always come through,
Like Sam playing on his mandolin

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