Rivers Run From Many Waters

from by Owen Temple

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My great grandfather was a rake and a rambler
Good with the women but not a good gambler
Bet away a fortune, and lost a family business
Deep in East Texas, he died with no witness

A son of a son, a father of fathers
Rivers run from many waters

My grandfather could be called a free thinker
A poet, a painter, a pretty heavy drinker
He'd show me his workshop on Galveston Island
We'd go watch the ocean, he was a kind man

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My father tells me, that he's born again
Says he's not lonely 'cause Jesus is a good friend
Dad comes to visit and we get to talkin'
Get past the tension when he first walks in

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I can hear him when he wakes up and I fix his breakfast
Take him on school days, help him to get dressed
Everyday he's bigger, learning all that he can
Says he'll be a daddy when he's a grown man

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(Owen Temple)
© 2006 Owen Temple Music (BMI)

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from Two Thousand Miles, released January 29, 2008

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