Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Way up on the Erie, they like their chops so fat
I've seen the League of Women lick their fingers like a cat
While out in California they like their soya beans
I pretty much eat anything, from soup to turnip greens
[Verse 2]
I try to treat my neighbors like I like them to treat me
Even when they got that dog and cut down that tree
I hate that barking dog, I miss that old oak every day
But I don't expect everyone to see the world my way
[Verse 3]
Now the truth is hard to swallow, it's hard to take
But I do believe we've broken what we never knew could break
I'm just so disappointed in me and you
But we can't even argue, so what else can we do?
[Chorus]
So fill 'em up once again, boys
Fill 'em up and over the brim, boys
There's whiskey but the water's done run dry
So we're drinking to the end of a long, long friend
And the day the mighty Mississippi died
[Verse 4]
Now the other day I saw a living picture torn from hell
Taken down in Kensington, a place you all know well
I saw demons laughing, breaking people just for play
I cried at the table, then I put my tears away
[Verse 5]
I dug my hands deep into the black Mother Earth
Tried to raise my spirits up, for what it's worth
You laughed and said, "Aw honey, now what did you expect?"
Not these tears and nightmare years, where madness goes unchecked
[Chorus]
Oh, fill 'em up once again, boys
Fill 'em up and over the brim, boys
There's whiskey but the water's done run dry
Oh, we're drinking to the end of a long, long friend
And the day the mighty Mississippi died
And the day the mighty Mississippi died
[Bridge]
My pony, he did stumble, and sent me to the sky
When the jury brought the verdict, it was the blue-tail fly
I'm thinking that this melody has lasted long enough
The subject's entertaining, but the rhymes are pretty rough
[Chorus]
So fill 'em up once again, boys
Fill 'em up and over the brim, boys
There's whiskey but the water's done run dry
Oh, we're drinking to the end of a long, long friend
And the day the mighty Mississippi died
Written by: David Rawlings, Gillian Welch
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