I was born by a river, and it was paved with cement
I was born by a river, and it was paved with cement
Still I stand in the dry river and dream that I was soaking wet,
Someday its gonna rain, some day its gonna pour,
Someday that old dry river, you know it won't be dry anymore

Well, I played in the orange groves till they bulldozed every tree
I played in the orange groves till they bulldozed every tree
But I'd stand amongst the dead stumps, and smell the blossoms on the leaves

Someday its gonna rain, some day its gonna pour,
Someday all those dead trees, they won't be dead anymore
-- David Alvin of Downey CA, Dry River on Interstate City (also done by Knitters)