Today's the Fourth of July
Another June has gone by
And when they light up our town I just think

What a waste of gunpowder and sky
I'm certain that I am alone
In harboring thoughts of our home

It's one of my faults that I can't quell my past
I ought to have gotten it gone


Oh, baby, I wonder
If when you are older
Someday

You'll wake up
And say, 'my god, I should have told her -
What would it take?

But now here I am and the world's gotten colder
And she's got the river down which I sold her.'


So that's today's memory lane
With all the pathos and pain
Another chapter in a book where the chapters are endless

And they're always the same
A verse, then a verse, and refrain



Oh, baby, I wonder
If when you are older

Someday
You'll wake up
And say, 'my god, I should have told her -

What would it take?
But now here I am and the world's gotten colder
And she's got the river down which I sold her.'

She's got the river down which I sold her