The cotton jones basket ride

If i ever grow that old

The cotton jones basket ride
I heard the silver river strummin'
hummin' all along the way
I wanted to be the Pacific ocean
but I'm always flowin' second best.
If I ever grow that old...
and my face begins to fold,
just hang it around, hang it around, hang it around, hang it around
If I ever grow that old...
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