Swanee River (bonus track)

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Aimee Mann - Pop

Swanee River (bonus track)

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I hate everything that I loved before Rings pin my hand to the river floor The waiting birds say to struggle free Well I could take it or leave it but for now I'll just leave it be Way upon the Swanee River The mournful owls and egrets call You swore and called me Indian giver But the Indians gave it all The swollen limbs of the cypress trees Swung overhead like a dead trapeze A white tail deer raised her head at me But I went under with a sigh before I even got the chance to see Way upon the Swanee River The mournful owls and egrets call You swore and called me Indian giver But the Indians gave it all Yeah the Indians gave it all My bones will rise like the eyes of Gibbon From a tomb you built on a fine black silt When the summer comes and the junebugs whine I will float up where the river comes to rest on the water line Way upon the Swanee River The mournful owls and egrets call You swore and called me Indian giver But the Indians gave it all Yeah the Indians gave it all

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  • Aimee Mann