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• Artiste: Deric Ruttan
• Titre: The River Taught Her How To Run
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They say she came from Natchez, by way of New Orleans Blew in like a gulf coast wind, knocked you to your knees For a while she made you happy, you thought you'd found the one Till the mornin' you woke up and found her gone She learned how to fly from the eagle in the tall pine Saw freedom in the blue sky, Lord she loves a leavin' song Grew up on the Mississippi, got a gypse in her soul And most nights she dreams of rollin' on and on and on You might have taught her how to love But the river taught her how to run Now you're up there on your barstool, whiskey on your breath Starin' at the postcard that she sent from way out west Checkin' out the postmark - think you'll pack your bags and go But don't bother, she's already down the road She learned how to fly from the eagle in the tall pine Saw freedom in the blue sky, Lord she loves a leavin' song Grew up on the Mississippi, got a gypse in her soul And most nights she dreams of rollin' on and on and on You might have taught her how to love But the river taught her how to run You'll miss the way sunshine follows her around But some things were never meant to be tied down She learned how to fly from the eagle in the tall pine Saw freedom in the blue sky, Lord she loves a leavin' song Grew up on the Mississippi, got a gypse in her soul And most nights she dreams of rollin' on and on and on You might have taught her how to love But the river taught her how to run