Four Sticks

Oh, baby, it's cryin' time

Oh, baby, I got to fly

I've got to try to find a way

I've got to try to find a way

Oh, baby, the river's red

Oh, baby, it's in my head

There's a funny feelin' goin' on, oh yeah

I don't think I can hold out long



And when the owls cry in the night

Oh, baby, baby, when the pines begin to cry

Oh, baby, baby, how do you feel

If the rivers run dry, baby

How do you feel, oh yeah



Oh, baby, the rainbow's end

Ahh, baby, it's just a den

It's just a den for those who hide

Oh, under love to depths of life, ohh



And when the owls cry in the night

Oh, baby, baby, when the pines begin to cry

Oh, baby, how do you feel

When the rivers run dry, baby

How would you feel



Ooh yeah, the brave I endure

Ooh yeah, strong shields and lore

An' they can't hold the wrath of those who walk

An' the boots of those who march, oh

Ohh ohh, I'll never get away from you baby



Ooooh, yeah

I'll never get away from you baby



Ahhh

Ahhh, yeah

Ohhh, ahhh, yeah



Whoa yeah

Ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah

Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah,

Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah

Yeah

Oh, oh

Yeah