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They tore down the Wilson-Shute last year.
They put up a sign about what they had done.
Their lives tore loose they've drifted into town.
Their faces are haunted, although they'll swear it's swell.
Their faces are haunted, their hearts have gone to hell. 

I won't cross that river no more.
I ain't gonna cross that river, no more. 

The river is bloated; it looks like pasty flesh.
The moon's a greasy spot upon the sky.
The crops of corn slope into muddy graves,
and the weeds grow pale and glow in dark of night.
I ain't gonna cross that river, no more. 

They tore down the Wilson-Shute last year.
They put up a sign about what they had done.
Their lives tore loose they've drifted into town.
Their faces are haunted, their houses are haunted as well.
Their faces are haunted, their town has gone to hell. 

I will cross that river no more.
I do not want to go to the other side.
I do want to know the people who live there, anymore.
All the trees look like broccoli 
and all their houses are haunted.
The plants have pot bellies 
and the sun is a rotten pumpkin that's smellin up the sky.
I will cross that river, no more. 

They built themselves a new bridge 
and they'll swear that it's swell,
but their eyes are empty
and their hearts have gone to hell.

					

Diskografie David Thomas – David Thomas