The River Keeps Rollin'

The Baltimore dawn, a Tuesday in March A steel giant stood like a victory arch The Francis Scott Key, proud and so tall 'Til the ship called the Dali answered a call With a loss of its power, a groan and a turn A lesson in metal the harbor would learn Six souls on the span, mending the road Went down with the steel, a heavy, cold load. Oh, the river keeps rollin', the headlines they burn

Another new page in the history book turns I've seen it all before, just a different name It's the same old story, the same human game From the coast to the mountains, the wind sings the tune Beneath that same tired, old American moon. Down in Manhattan, in a courtroom of wood A former king stands where his enemies stood They're talkin' of money paid out in the dark To quiet a storm, to extinguish a spark

The nation is watching, they're taking a side With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide The gavel it falls like a drum in the square While the whole world is holding its breath in the air. Oh, the river keeps rollin', the headlines they burn Another new page in the history book turns I've seen it all before, just a different name It's the same old story, the same human game From the coast to the mountains, the wind sings the tune

Beneath that same tired, old American moon. They're fighting 'bout voices on screens in your hand Who gets to speak in this promise-filled land? They're fighting 'bout interest and the price of your bread The whispers of worry that live in your head But the steel still is sinking, the trial's underway And you're just tryin' to get through the day. 'Cause the river keeps rollin', the headlines they burn Another new page in the history book turns

I've seen it all before, just a different name It's the same old story, the same human game From the coast to the mountains, the wind sings the tune Beneath that same tired, old American moon.