The place to build on a mud budget,
Was a dirty river bank.
Until the yearly rain fall,
Where it dirty river sank.

The river motto never quit,
“We’re always rebuildin’”.
But then the town went broke,
And the river was filled in.

Now we livin where we lived,
But the views not the same.
Still have housin on the mud,
But our mottos have changed.

No one dies, no one moves,
We’re too stubborn to quit.
But without the river bank,
There’s nowhere to sit.

Remember the dock,
Where we used to think.

We’d pull it out the mud,
After the yearly sink.

Now it’s grown over,
Wood’s gone rotten.
And all those wooden thoughts,
Are all but forgotten.


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