I was thinking about you that night
We were down by the river where the bugles blow
I hid myself, nowhere to go
Went down by the river where the bugles blow
Now they say good souls, they travel far
But did you take with you your old guitar?
Oh, they say good souls, they travel far
Did you take with your old guitar?
Well, everyone's trying to make a little work
And everyone's trying to make it first