The online illustrated Elton John Discography
by David Bodoh
by David Bodoh
 | The River Man |  |
| Writers: | Brandi Carlie, Andrew Watt, Elton John, Bernie Taupin |
| vocals: | Brandi Carlile, Elton John |
| piano: | Elton John |
| backing vocals: | Andrew Watt |
| guitar: | Andrew Watt |
| drums: | Chad Smith |
| bass: | Pino Palladino |
| keyboards: | Josh Klinghoffer |
All the weekend warriors touching down
Leaving a black stain on the sacred ground
Ready and willing to feel wild
Even the traffic sings in tune and perfect time
I bet you're feeling the wind is at your back
Pushing the train to jump the track
Racing the night line never slowing down
Leaving a black stain on the sacred ground
Ready and willing to feel wild
Even the traffic sings in tune and perfect time
I bet you're feeling the wind is at your back
Pushing the train to jump the track
Racing the night line never slowing down
chorus:
They all roll downtown where the water goes
Singing nobody knows what the river knows
You had a good long run like the river man done
Try to wear it like a hard-living son of a gun
I guess nobody told you how it goes
Who knows what the river man knows
Singing nobody knows what the river knows
You had a good long run like the river man done
Try to wear it like a hard-living son of a gun
I guess nobody told you how it goes
Who knows what the river man knows
All of the drifters sleeping in
The river man ties his shoes, he's clocking in
Swingers and tough guys leave when the bell rings
Sunday's the high tide and all the lines are fraying
You can pull up a chair and wear your beads
Dance in the moonlit Fleur-de-lis
And curse the morning while the river sings
The river man ties his shoes, he's clocking in
Swingers and tough guys leave when the bell rings
Sunday's the high tide and all the lines are fraying
You can pull up a chair and wear your beads
Dance in the moonlit Fleur-de-lis
And curse the morning while the river sings
(repeat chorus)
All the weekend warriors touching down
Leaving a black stain on the sacred ground
Ready and willing to feel wild
Even the traffic sings in tune and perfect time
Leaving a black stain on the sacred ground
Ready and willing to feel wild
Even the traffic sings in tune and perfect time
(repeat chorus)
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