Ode To Twain

Ode To Twain

I'll raft the great Mississippi
from the branch of the O-hi-o,
to see what's left of this country,
where did my America go?

Did she run away and leave me
is she where the rivers part?
Think I'll push a little farther
in search of a great country's heart.

By catfish, crawdads and creek-sides,
drifting lazily by a barge,
how often I sit and wonder
who the heck did we put in charge?

I'm navigating the sand bars
that river boat captains all know,
hoping I'll never run aground
or get caught in the undertow.

Flowing with the river's rhythms
while she ambles on her way,
I'm searching for America;
I must have missed her yesterday.

You know I still love this river
for she's wild and gets her way,
she reminds me of America;
did you pass her by today?