An ocean without water
A winter without snow
A day in the summertime
With no place to go___
Nothing much is dawning
Just a tiny glow
Up ahead, sweet river home
The only one I know_
Shade trees on the north side
Green grass on the hill
Sun shines down on my front porch
Here at Springfield Mill
Living in the city, never knowing people, really alone
Night life had me going so, I couldn't stay, I had to go ho-ho-ho-home
Kids out in the meadow
Clothes out on the line
My woman's in the kitchen, says,
"It's getting 'bout suppertime__"
It's been right nice a-talking
Come back and sit a spell
But don't ask me to leave my home again
Believe I'd rather go to Hell__
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