 I was down along the river just settin' on a rock Lookin' at the boats in the Bonneville lot The gate swings open and the boat sails in Doot, the whistle, she's gone again Gasoline goin' up, whee, comin' down Filled up my hat, brimmed, drunk a little taste I thought about a river just goin' away I thought about the dust, I thought about the sand I thought about the people, I thought about the land