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Ray Lamontagne God Willin The Creek Don T Rise

York City, Somewhere I can clear my head. I was just kickin' along the sidewalk, No one looks you in the eye, No one asks you how you doin', Don't seem

: Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills There's a big yellow moon risin' over the hills My baby

: Rollin' through these hills I've known I'd be comin' Ain't a man alive that likes to be alone? Been a while since I seen my lady smilin' Have I been

ya borrow Dreaming of the day you're gonna pack your bags and put them miles away Oh just grab your girl and go where no one knows you What will all

eyes and I can feel you here. God willin' an the creek don't rise, I'll be home again before this time next year. Though I fear this fever won't break

York City, Somewhere I can clear my head. I was just kickin' along the sidewalk, No one looks you in the eye, No one asks you how you doin', Don't seem

who couldn't choose a path worth taking There's nothin' in the world so sad as talking to a man Who never knew his life was his for making Ain't it about

Going out of my mind Don't even know my own name half the time How'd I get so blind that I couldn't see, What was right in front of me? Wish I was wrong