Oh but darlin, what we coulda been. 2) **** I followed that old river till the morning I stopped i dont remember the name of the town But the colour of the coffee spelled a warning It was the colour of the river, but not nearly as brown The waitress poured me another, I guess she was the mind reading kind you know and I know that love, never runs on time. The rain came and went all the next day I pulled over some time for a sleep on the side Then i gunned her back out on the highway I (azchords.com)