That was one of the first songs Craig sang into my cheapo cassette machine back in 1981; a sweltering hot summer day in that big house in Washington D.C. where the music was constant.

Here it is...


ROLL, BIG SANDY, ROLL
(Craig Johnson)

CHORUS: Roll, Big Sandy, roll,
The river and the willow,
The times and the towns you've known,
The coal trains and the back roads.

1. What ya gonna do when your love runs out?
Gonna sit by the river with my head bowed down.
I'm gonna sit by the river with my face so long
And think about the times since you been gone. CHORUS

2. What ya goin' to do when the river runs dry?
Gonna walk up the track—where the weeds grow high.
The --- is in the ----, and the ---- is in the slack,
And know by then that you ain't coming' back. CHORUS

3. What you gonna do when the yard's tore down?
Gonna walk up the alley to the old mill town,
Counting all the windows where nobody lives,
And counting all the words that never was said. CHORUS

4. What you gonna do when the mill runs slow?
The people are shifting with nowhere to go,
I'll sit with the old men—the whisky and the rye,
Think about the good times—all gone by. CHORUS

5. Whatcha gonna do when the boys go home,
Your pockets mare empty and you're sittin' alone
I'm back on the bottom where I've been before,
Waitin' for the rain and the river to roll.


Lisa----That's the best I can get it...
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