Well, take me back down where cool water flow, yeh And let me remember things I love Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite Walkin' along the river road at night Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight I can hear the bull frog callin' me home Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree oh Love to kick my feet way down the shallow water Shoe fly, dragon fly, get back to mother Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River Well, yeah Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers Old Cody, Junior took me over Said, you're gonna find the world is smould rin And if you get lost come on home to Green River Well, yeah

Will I ever see your face again? Not just photos from an Instagram Will you say hello from across the street From a place and time we used to meet? Sometimes everything just grows apart Broken pieces from a busted heart Not even the drugs seem to work Living in the shadows where we lurk Outside my window, before the sun comes up to shine It's just another vacant, cold, and lonely night Do you remember the jokes we told? Rumors from a long, long time ago? Did we get over our innocence? Did we take the time to make amends? Will you dedicate a song to me? Do you want me to just go away? I just want to be your nobody Is there any chance that I can stay? Outside my window, there is nothing but a sky It's just another vacant, cold, and lonely night Outside my window, there is nothing but a sky It's just another vacant, cold, and lonely night Do you remember the jokes we told? Rumors from a long, long time ago? Did we get over our innocence? Did we take the time to make amends?

When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton ball' get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton ball' get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home In them old cotton fields back home