Down By the River

She told me to meet her by the river Down in the gentle streets of San Antone I had a young cowboy's love to give her Now I stand here in the rain all alone She has a heart of purest gold they say But be warned she is fickle through and through I said doesn't matter much either way My heart tells me my lovin' time is due Now I stand here by the rollin' river Wet and cold as a young cowboy can be And I have to chuckle when I shiver I guess this heart of gold weren't meant for me Beware of the fickle woman, my friend, Broken hearts are slow -oh, so slow - to mend i/26/2017