Ste. Genevieve |
Whenever will the rain end
Will I ever plow my fields again
That old river, my old friend
Rose up against me and stole my land
My daddy knew her and his father too, he said
"That river will be good to you"
Now I'm standing in a handout line for mercy
Cursing my river for taking back what she gave to me
Never will there be a price on
What's been lost aside from field and farm
Its dirty lives turned upside down
Faith in God ain't gonna save this town
Even darker days with no sleep
Laughing through the tears of someone's TV floating down the street
The Governor came with the network news
Stating how that river brought us down, down to our knees
Oh Sainte Genevieve
My Sainte Genevieve
Here I was born and raised
You are the heart and soul of me
Oh Sainte Genevieve
My Sainte Genevieve
That old gypsy river wants to take her share
I swear I'll never leave
Aaah
Aaah
Aaah
Oooo
Long ago, soft summer days
A tire roped above the river's edge
It was time to fish, time to dream
Fields of grain as far as the eye could see
Rain still falling and the river grows
It's memories lie under her muddy arroyo
I just can't turn my back and move
'Cause, oh, this is my home
Oh Sainte Genevieve
My Sainte Genevieve
Here I was born and raised
You are the heart and soul of me
Oh Sainte Genevieve
Sweet Sainte Genevieve
That old gypsy river wants to take her share
You know I'll never leave
Oh, she took her share
I'll stay right here, I ain't gonna leave
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