| Heading down the Susquehanna |
| In a boat made of pine |
| Floating down this gentle river |
| To forget what once was mine |
| I know you love another |
| Even though you swear you’re true |
| So I built this boat with your betrayal |
| And I’m floating far from you |
| Back to the land of my grandmother |
| To the hills where she lay |
| The Allegheny mountain valley |
| Where the city melts away |
| And someday I may forgive you |
| If I find the grace for that |
| But now I’m bound through Pennsylvania |
| And I just may not come back |
| Row row row this drifting boat |
| By the light of the moon |
| Gently lead me back to hope and back to loving you |
| Right back to you |
| I met you first in California by the side of Highway One |
| With your hair down to your shoulders haloed by the setting sun |
| I was driving to Elmira so I offered you a ride |
| You said you’d come as far as Kansas |
| Then you remained right by my side |
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| I fell for you by Minnesota you said you’d fallen days before |
| I pledged my love then paid for breakfast |
| Gave you the key to my front door |
| I thought I’d be your one and only |
| That hand in hand we’d bear the years |
| But like this river we divided |
| May these waters drown these tears |
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