SWEET DEADLY RIVER - A slow bluesy rock ballad with a southern-gothic feel by @luchinoilrospo

SWEET DEADLY RIVER - A slow bluesy rock ballad with a southern-gothic feel by @luchinoilrospo ------ Down from the hills where the green grass grows A silver river sings and slowly flows Past the old stone bridge and the church bell chime Down to the city, taking her time Three boys on the bank in the summer heat Brown bare shoulders and muddy feet We ran every day when the school bell rang And jumped in the water while the cicadas sang Oh, she was gentle, she was kind Sweet as honey, deep as time Oh, sweet river, river running slow Pretty as a dream, but she won't let go Oh, sweet river, river running deep Learn her ways, or she'll make you weep Then came a Sunday, July burning high Not a single cloud in that cobalt sky Tommy laughed, said "Last one in's a fool!" And dived in the green where the water was cool But the current was stronger than we had known And a cramp took his legs like a hand of stone I saw his arm rise, then I heard him call And the sound of the river swallowed it all Oh, we were young, we were brave, we were blind Thought the river was a friend, thought she'd always be kind Oh, sweet river, river running slow Pretty as a dream, but she won't let go Oh, sweet river, river running deep Learn her ways, or she'll make you weep Now every summer when the evening falls Two grown men walk down to the river walls We bring a flower, let it drift away To the place where he laughed on that last bright day And I tell the children as they run in line "Learn to swim, my loves, don't trust the shine She's beautiful, yes, but she's wild and wide And she's taken a boy from my own side" Oh, sweet river, river running slow Pretty as a dream, but she won't let go Oh, sweet river, river running deep Learn her ways, or she'll make you weep Sweet river... Tommy, she's still running... Sweet river...