The Day The Mississippi Died Gillian Welch & David Rawlings

Way up on the Erie, they like their chops so fat
I've seen the League of Women lick their fingers like a cat
While out in California, they like their Soya beans
I pretty much eat anything from soup to turnip greens

I try to treat my neighbors like I like them to treat me
Even when they got that dog and cut down that tree
I hate that barking dog, miss that old oak everyday
I don't expect everyone to see the world my way

Now the truth is hard to swallow, it's hard to take
But I do beliеve we've brokеn what we never knew could break
I'm just so disappointed in me and you
We can't even argue, so what else can we do?

So fill 'em up once again, boys
Fill 'em up and over the brim, boys
There's whiskey, but the water's done run dry
So we're drinking to the end
Of a long long friend
And the day the mighty Mississippi died

Now the other day, I saw a living picture torn from Hell
Taken down in Kensington, a place you all know well
I saw demons laughing, breaking people just for play
I cried at the table, then I put my tears away