Rivers Run from Many Waters

My great grandfather was a rake and a rambler
 Good with the women but not a good gambler
 Bet away a fortune and lost a family business
 Deep in East Texas, he died with no witness
 A son of a son, a father of fathers
 Rivers run from many waters
 My grandfather could be called a free thinker
 A poet, a painter, a pretty heavy drinker
 He'd show me his workshop on Galveston Island
 We'd go watch the ocean, he was a kind man
 A son of a son, a father of fathers
 Rivers run from many waters
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 My father tells me that he's born again
 Says he's not lonely 'cause Jesus is a good friend
 Dad comes to visit and we get to talkin'
 Get past the tension when he first walks in
 A son of a son, a father of fathers
 Rivers run from many waters
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 I can hear him when he wakes up and I fix his breakfast
 Take him on school days and help him to get dressed
 Everyday he's bigger, learning all that he can
 Says he'll be a daddy when he's a grown man
 A son of a son, a father of fathers
 Rivers run from many waters
 A son of a son, a father of fathers
 Rivers run from many waters
 A son of a son, a father of fathers
 Rivers run from many waters