The Doobie Brothers

Well, i built me a raft and she’s ready for floatin’ Ol’ mississippi, she’s callin’ my name Catfish are jumpin’ That paddle wheel thumpin’ Black water keeps rollin’ on past just the same Old black water, keep on rollin’ Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shinin’ on me Old black water, keep on rollin’ Mississippi…

He came from somewhere back in her long ago The sentimental fool don’t see Tryin’ hard to recreate What had yet to be created once in her life She musters a smile For his nostalgic tale Never coming near what he wanted to say Only to realize It never really was She had a place…