Today's the fourth of July Another June has gone by And when they light up our town I just think What a waste of gunpowder and sky I'm certain I am alone In harboring thoughts of our home It's one of my faults that I can't quell my past I ought to have gotten it gone I ought to have gotten it... Oh, baby, I wonder if when you are older Someday You'll wake up And say, 'My God, I should have told her What would it take But, now here I am and the world's gotten colder And she's got the river down which I sold her' So that's today's memory lane With all the pathos and pain Another chapter in a book where the chapters are endless And they're always the same A verse, and a verse, and refrain Oh, baby, I wonder if when you are older Someday You'll wake up And say, 'My God, I should have told her What would it take But, now here I am and the world's gotten colder And she's got the river down which I sold her And she's got the river down which I sold her...'