Banks of the River

Frank and Tony were brothers, they ran away from home
 Made it down to Memphis where they sat an' watched the river flow
 On the banks of the river, banks of the river
 Banks of the river, banks of the river, child
 Well, an old man on the bank of the river sat and played his old guitar
 Frank reached down into his jacket pocket
 Pulled out a beat up harp and began to blow
 On the banks of the river
 Banks, banks of the river, child
 And Tony told the kid about it and that little kid was me
 And when I finally ran away from home with someone chasin' after me
 I made it down to the banks of the river, banks of the river
 Banks of the river, banks of the river, child
 Well, they made it out to the country but the cops didn't want'em around
 So Officer Bartlet and Officer Fliss said, "Tony, leave town, you better leave town"
 Oh, he ran down to the banks
 Oh well, Tony caused a lot of trouble and hurt a couple people too
 He'd sit up late at night and cry, he didn't know what to do
 On the banks, banks of the river
 On the banks of the river, on the banks of the river
 Bank, child, on the banks of the river, banks of the river
 Well, I ain't seen 'em forever, don't know if they still alive
 But when I hear someone blowin' the harp
 Down on the riverside, on the banks, on the banks of the river
 On the banks of the river, bank of the river
 On the banks, banks of the river, child
 On the banks, on the banks of the river, child
 On the banks, on the banks of the river
 On the bank, on the banks of the river
 Banks, on the bank of the river
 On the bamk
 In the green grass, by the river
 Glass
 While a soft breeze stirs and the trucks roll past
 On the banks of the river, banks