Northern Rivers - Jack Botts

Northern Rivers

Jack Botts

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Well her eyes

A few sips through are open wide

And that smile

My oh my what a sight

And her hair

That long, blonde, curly, pretty hair

Underneath the felt hat that runs down her back

Oh up and back

'Cause she's the little girl who sits up on the hill in the night

Talking to the stars asking if she's doing it right

'Cause she's all on her own and she's got herself for life

'Cause her mama left her and her papa's not around

And she's just trying to find

Her own ground

Trying to find her own ground

And when it gets cold

She snuggles up in the Northern Rivers trying to keep warm, trying to keep out the shivers

Yeah, oh when it gets cold

And she says

She showers with Jack Johnson on and "Taylor" was her favourite song

'Cause it made her feel like she belonged

Oh she belonged

'Cause she's the little girl who sits up on the hill in the night

Talking to the stars asking if she's doing it right

'Cause she's all on her own and she's got herself for life

'Cause her mama left her and her papa's not around

And she's just trying to find

Her own ground

Just trying to find her own ground

When it gets cold

She snuggles up in the Northern Rivers trying to keep warm, trying to keep out the shivers

And she says

She showers with Jack Johnson on and "Taylor" was her favourite song

'Cause it made her feel like she belonged

Oh she belonged

- It's already the end -