End of the Line

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 I hid myself, nowhere to go I was thinking about you that night 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? I was thinking about you that night Well, everyone's trying to make a little work And everyone's trying to make it first I was thinking about you that night