Drown in the River - Those Poor Bastards

You and me friend

We sure get along

We’ve got the same feelings

Yeah we’ve got the same thoughts

I remember last August

You wrote me that letter

At first I felt sick

But then I got better

And I slept for forty days

And forty nights in the rain

When I finally awoke

I didn’t feel quite the same

The wind was blowin'

A frost was comin'

And then poor Matt Judd

He drowned in the river

And then my own Grandpa

He withered from cancer

There’s so many ways

To lose your life

That you gotta be careful

Where you’re walkin' at night

And I slept for forty days

And forty nights in the rain

When I finally awoke

I didn’t feel quite the same

Each day that passes

It moves a little faster

No matter where you are

No matter what you’re after

I didn’t used to know much

But I learned a lot lately

Did I mention my sister?

She’s about to have a bastard baby

We’re sailing this ship

Right to the bottom