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The Decemberists

Down by the Water

See this ancient river bed

See where all my follies led

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

I was just some tow-head teen

Feeling 'round for fingers to get in between

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

(chorus)

The season rubs me wrong

The summer swells anon

So knock me down, tear me up

But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

Sweet descend this rabble 'round

The pretty little patter of a seaboard town

Rolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag

All dolled up in gabardine

The lash-flashing Leda of pier nineteen

Queen of the water and queen of the old main drag

(chorus)

The season rubs me wrong

The summer swells anon

So knock me down, tear me up

But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

(chorus)

The season rubs me wrong

The summer swells anon

So knock me down, tear me up

But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

Down by the water and down by the old main drag

Down by the water and down by the old main drag