Rivermouth - Rising Appalachia

we are rollin, on the river,

we are rolling down to the sea,

just me, and my baby

there is sugar, in your voice dear,

black pepper in your touch

and i have always loved to much

(yeeeeaaaa)

cuz yu come and go like the wind blows

and you roll out with the tide

but thats allright thats alright

(yeeeeeeaaa yeeeaaa)