(Mark Erelli) Every year about this time I think of leaving But every year about this time I never go I'm the only one I am deceiving This town sinks its teeth in deep and it don't let go Folks 'round here they've given up on salvation They'll settle for whatever's second best High hopes turn into lowered expectations Me, I'm no different I guess CHORUS Sometimes I walk the river road And wonder just where the river flows I don't guess I'll find the strength to go 'Cause I'm rooted down in this one-horse town
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