As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset Waterloo sunset's fine Dirty old river, must you keep rolling Flowin' into the night People so busy, making me dizzy Taxi light shines so bright But I don't need no friends I am in paradise Every day I look at the

I don't know much about eternity Or where somebody like me's gonna wind up going All I know is that I have already been Parked in a Chevy by the deep river rolling And that summer night, shooting star paradise Might be all that I'm getting Kissing and

Damn, it feels good to be me I'll be alright Rollin' these streets all summer long Damn, I got it all figured out I got no worries that I'm worried about Coltrane love supreme It's like I caught some crazy, happy disease It feels so good Nobody blowin'

To court and spark Love came to my door With a sleeping roll And a madman's soul He thought for sure I'd seen him Dancing up a river in the dark Looking for a woman He was playing on the sidewalk For passing change

Making memory lane out of old back roads That spot in the woods where the cops don't go Live for a while, for whatever feels good In the moment, on the river, rock the chain When they roll up Main Street in this town We hook up and we roll out All

Roll me on the river Lay me in the sun Love me like a giver, give me some Hold me like a promise Never give me up Drink me like a secret in your cup Give me sugar when I-m feeling down Play my favorites on the ride downtown Love Me Tender on the radio

Let it kiss you some stars out of the sky Get carried away like some deep river rolling Tonight, I wanna be your cowboy lullaby There's just something about horses That can touch you deep down in your soul You and me can do that tonight and Underneath

We sent the summer out in style She's gone but she left me with a smile I laugh when I start to think about us ?Cause she was mine for a little while Hot sun, dancin' on the river We'd sit on the bank and watch the world roll by Our feet in the water,

By the rivers of my mem'ry It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the

Hear the bucket hit the bottom and the rope come rolling by Piece by lonely piece the mountainside tumbles away Back down to the river bottom lined with pocket worry stones A hundred years in hand worn smooth by long grandmother nights Sitting by the