Silver River Turning

Intro:   ...   ...    ...           >F>C            I walked down         that boulder road        Through a child’s eye saw places where I used to go.       Where I crawled barefoot         with a fishing pole         to the rock that overlooked that steelhead hole but it’s true--     silver river turning blue.                     It was a small town        in a smaller world.       Just a black dot on an old map with its edges curled.     Where they built their industries        on the edge of town--         Leaching chemicals from underground      now it’s true--     that silver river turning blue.   Just got a late reaction.  Face reality and stare it down.      Sometimes it’s harder hanging on.  Much easier to look around.   But I need that job.           >A                                                  Well this place no city:        we’re just small players here.   Like a million other heroes drinking poor man’s beer.    We know what’s right.        We’re just living it wrong.     But there’s no easy answer in the green man’s song.   What do you do?         When your river’s turning Blue.   Flute:   u>                                I walked down         that boulder road        Through a child’s eye saw places where I used to go.       Where I crawled barefoot         with a fishing pole         to the rock that overlooked that steelhead hole but it’s true--     silver river turning blue.           Just got a late reaction.  Face reality and stare it down.      Sometimes it’s harder hanging on.  Much easier to look around.   But I need that job.   Intro repeat:   ...    ... Flute solo:   >G