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SPOON RIVER (Michael Smith)


All of the riverboat gamblers are losing their shirts
All of the brave Union soldier boys sleep in the dirt
But you know and I know there never was reason to hurt
When all of our lives were entwined to begin with
Here in Spoon River

All of the calico dresses the gingham and lace
Are up in the attic with Grandfather's Derringer case
There words whispered down through the hallways, a shadowy face
The morning is heavy with one more beginning
Here in Spoon River

Come to the dance Mary Perkins I like you quite well
The Union's preserved, if you'll listen you'll hear all the bells
There must be a heaven 'cause God knows I've seen only hell
My rig is outside come and ride through morning
Here in Spoon River