Throwin' Rocks

She wasn't bad. She wasn't good. She was just what she

was.

She had a thing makes a man, do the things he does.

She had a way. A special way, to speak without a word.

I swear to you, this very day, that this is how it all

occurred.

We was: Throwin rocks in the river, counting ties on

the track

Thinking life could not be better and living in a

shack.

Feeling love for one another, deep down in our bones.

Standing by the water, throwing rocks n skipping

stones.

I was raised, in New Orleans. She was born in

Jacksonville.

And for a time, to me it seemed , she made the world

stand still.

Throwin rocks in the river, counting ties on the track

Thinking life could not be better and living in a

shack.

Feeling love for one another, deep down in our bones.

Standing by the water, throwing rocks n skipping

stones.

I came home late and I caught her, with a man from out

of town.

Now I wait beside the water for the flood to take me

down.

Throwin rocks in the river, counting ties on the track

Pouring gas on her letters and setting fire to the

shack.

Screaming bloody murder, leaving nothing but the bones.

Standing by the water, throwing rocks n skipping

stones.

I am Standing by the water, yeah, throwing rocks n skipping stones.