Down By The River down a dirt road, I used to carry my cane pole and old tackle box to go fishing down by the river every afternoon after lunch.

Down By The River where I first learned how to skip a rock across the slow-moving water. Where I went to study my school work and make a small burning fire so that I could begin to think and wonder how my future has in store for me.

Down By The River where my pastor would take the church family and teach us about how much we are blessed and clean out our souls as we prayed.
Down by the river is where I learned how to play the guitar and drink my first beer.

Down By The River where I could go lay out in the meadow just to look up at the night sky as shooting stars went across. Down by the river where I learned who I was and how I could overcome anything as long as I kept my mind and faith high.

Down By The River is where I learned how to swim and just sit there relaxing. Down by the river is where I learned about love
and had a child.

Down By The River down a dirt road, I used to carry my cane pole and old tackle box to go fishing.





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