Robert Earl Keen - Throwin rocks

^EShe wasn?t bad^B. She wasn?t good. She w^Aas just what she was. ^{E E}She had a thing^B makes a man, do t^Ahe things he do^Ees. ^EShe had a way.^B A special way, to s^Apeak without a word^E. ^EI swear to you^B, this very day, tha^At this is how it all ^Eoccurred.

We was: ^AThrowin rocks in the river, c^Eounti^Ang ties on the track ^{E A}Thinking life could not be ^Ebetter and ^Bliving in a shack. ^AFeeling love for one an^Eother, deep dow^Gn in our bones. ^{A A}Standing by the w^Eater, ^Bthrowing rocks n skipping stones^E.

^EI was raised, ^Bin New Orleans. She wa^As born in Jacksonville. ^{E E}And for a time, to^B me it seemed , she mad^Ae the world stand still. ^E

T^Ahrowin rocks in the rive^Er, cou^Anting ties on the track ^{E A}Thinking life could not be ^Ebetter and ^Bliving in a shack. ^AFeeling love for one an^Eother, deep dow^Gn in our bones. ^{A A}Standing by the w^Eater, ^Bthrowing rocks n skipping stones^E.

^EI came home late and I ^Bcaught her, with a m^Aan from out of town.^{E E}Now I wait b^Beside the water fo^Ar the flood to take me do^Ewn.

T^Ahrowin rocks in the rive^Er, cou^Anting ties on the track ^{E A}Pouring gas on her letter^Es and set^Bting fire to the shack. ^AScreaming bloody murder^E, leav^Ging nothing but the bones. ^{A A}Standing by the w^Eater, ^Bthrowing rocks n skipping stones^E.

I am Sta^Anding by the water, yeah, ^Ethrowing rocks^B n skipping stones. ^E