Here we go, folks, sorry for delay.

Sitting on the river bank, nothing coming down,
I don't know why I don't move on, out of this ol' town.
Snow's a-falling in the street. The winter's setting in.
The years and changes say to me, “You can't go home again.”

CHO: So sing me a song that's not too long. Take me home tonight,
Till around the bend, I see again, the ridge road gravel and the coal oil light.

I heard it on my radio, bad times all around.
Tell me something I don't know. A change could help out now.
Looking for a good-time gal, looking for a friend,
Mourning for those good ol' days I thought would never end. CHO.

Written by Norman Blake.

Jim, I don't know how to post it - assist?

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 5-Mar-02.