Those Poor Bastards
Drown in the River
You and me friend
We sure get along
We've got the same feelings
Yeah we've got the same thoughts
I remember last August
You wrote me that letter
At first I felt sick
But then I got better
And I slept for forty days
And forty nights in the rain
When I finally awoke
I didn't feel quite the same
The wind was blowin'
A frost was comin'
And then poor Matt Judd
He drowned in the river
And then my own Grandpa
He withered from cancer
There's so many ways
To lose your life
That you gotta be careful
Where you're walkin' at night
And I slept for forty days
And forty nights in the rain
When I finally awoke
I didn't feel quite the same
Each day that passes
It moves a little faster
No matter where you are
No matter what you're after
I didn't used to know much
But I learned a lot lately
Did I mention my sister?
She's about to have a bastard baby
We're sailing this ship
Right to the bottom