Over the river, and down the road.
to grandmother's house we go.
The bro drives the car, the girls rest their eyes.
And the stars above all glow.
On down the freeway at cruising speeds.
To grandfather's house we go.
No cars around, but the trucks make us frown.
We like it more alone.
Fast we are coming, we'll be there soon.
To Roseburg we all go.
The map shows the way; when we get there we'll play.
Come sun, or rain, or snow.
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