Chris Knight - The rivers own

The ^Dlines on my ^Gfather''s ^Dface Ran deep as creek beds ^Aon our ^Dplace And the river ran right ^Gthrough his ^Dsoul But I know at times it ^Atooks its ^Dtoll When the ^Gcrops would flood we lived on fish But ^Dnever did my ^Afather ^Dwish To leave the land his ^Glife flowed ^Dfrom The river and my ^Adad were ^Done

And ^BmI''m one of the river''s ^Gown It''s ^Acurrent down inside me is ^Bmstrong ^G And it''s ^Dup to me to ^Acarry ^Bmon ''Cause ^GI''m ^Aone of the river''s ^Down

As a kid I watched the ^Griver ^Dflow Yeah, I admired the way it ^Arocked and ^Drolled Dad was proud I was a ^Griver ^Drat But that''s where our common ground ^Aended ^Dat ''Cause I ^Gseen those city lights downstream And they ^Ddrew me in when I was ^Aseven ^Dteen I went everywhere that ^Griver ^Druns Yeah, me and that river ^Awe were ^Done

And ^BmI''m one of the river''s ^Gown It''s ^Acurrent down inside me is ^Bmstrong ^G And it''s ^Dup to me to ^Acarry ^Bmon ''Cause ^GI''m ^Aone of the river''s ^Down

Two years ago dad ^Gpassed ^Daway And I''ll never forget that ^Amournful ^Dday Then a lawyer read me ^Gout his ^Dwill It said son, it''s time for ^Ayou to be ^Dstill Then a ^Gweek ago a government man Tried to ^Dpay me off to ^Aflood our ^Dland And I did just what my ^Gdad would''ve ^Ddone ''Cause me and that river ^Awe are ^Done

And ^BmI''m one of the river''s ^Gown It''s ^Acurrent down inside me is ^Bmstrong ^G And it''s ^Dup to me to ^Acarry ^Bmon ''Cause ^GI''m ^Aone of the river''s ^Down