Send Me Down the Tar River and Let Me Sleep
Old folks
sit by the fireplace
and stare at the empty space
between their knees
Young hopes
pulls in the bitter taste
and feels that it's such a waste
and bite their teeth
Put me on a bus
Roll me down that Tar River
Make it for both of us
Send me down that Tar River and let me sleep
More smoke
pours out from the fireplace
and death has a kindly face
for those in need
Red strokes
painted on your suitcase
and marks the bus you'll take
while you count sheep
Put me on a bus
Roll me down that Tar River
Make it for both of us
Send me down that Tar River and let me sleep
Let me sleep the day away
We've been tossed away
Let me sleep the day away
We're all lost
Young folks
please don't you waste your time
most likely that you will find
your dreams have faded
The old hope
Of making the most of it
has become just such a joke
when you're old and creaking
Put me on a bus
Roll me down that Tar River
Make it for both of us
Send me down that Tar River and let me sleep
Roll that Tar River
Autor(es): Daniel Michalak, James Phillips, Stacy Harden
