Green River - Alabama

Take me back down where cool water flows, y’all.

Let me remember the things I’ve done: walk on the log where the catfish bite;

walking along the river road at night;

barefoot gir, dancin’in the moonlight.

I can hear the bullfrog calling me.

(ribbit)

Wond’rin’if my rope’s still hangin’to the tree.

Ole Brody Juniour took me over;

said you’re gonna find a well that’s colder.

If I’m a bad boss, give some o’Green River.

Well…