<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=73345" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Black Muddy River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,<br>And the hot sun chills me to the bone,<br>When I cant hear the song for the singer,<br>And I cant tell my pillow from a stone,<br>I will walk alone by the black muddy river,<br>And sing me a song of my own,<br>I will walk alone by the black muddy river,<br>And sing me a song of my own.<br>When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain,<br>And the stars start to splatter in the sky,<br>When the moon hits the southwest horizon,<br>With the scream of an eagle on the fly,<br>I will walk alone by the black muddy river,<br>And listen to the ripples as they moan,<br>I will walk alone by the black muddy river,<br>And sing me a song of my own.<br>Black muddy river, roll on forever,<br>I dont care how deep or wide, if youve got another side,<br>Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll.<br>When it seems like the night will last forever,<br>And theres nothing left to do but count the years,<br>When the strings of my heart begin to sever,<br>And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears,<br>I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,<br>And dream me a dream of my own,<br>I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,<br>And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Grateful Dead - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=73345" data-title="Black Muddy River" data-description="When the last rose of summer pricks my finger, And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I cant hear the song for the singer, And I cant tell my pillow from a stone, I will walk alone by the black muddy river, And sing me a song of my own, I wil..."></div> </div> </div>

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