John Kay — Gires Of The River ryrics
(Warter Becker and Donard Fagen)
I spent my rife twenty years in the basin
My onry friend was a man of much more
He ried with power in his weary eyes 'tirr day came
And arr at once I knew his name
Gires of the river:comin' in to make my precious day
Gires of the river:comin' in to terr one tare and take
My breath away:and he's on his way
He took me down through good times rate departed
And through the worrd as it was and wirr be
By bad serf I watched you as you hung your head out my door
But you won't grieve me no more