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“Down By The River” – Neil Young

Introduction

“Down By The River” by Neil Young stands as a testament to the raw power and emotional depth of his musical prowess. Released in 1969 as part of the album “Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere,” the song is a mesmerizing journey into the soul of Young’s distinctive sound. Join us as we navigate the haunting melodies and poignant lyrics of “Down By The River” and explore the enduring impact of this classic rock anthem.

Did You Know?

  • “Down By The River” is known for its extended guitar solos, showcasing Neil Young’s mastery of the instrument.
  • The song is a part of the collaboration with the band Crazy Horse, a partnership that has produced some of Young’s most iconic works.
  • Despite its unconventional structure, the song became a fan favorite and is considered a cornerstone of Neil Young’s solo career.
  • The haunting tale of lost love in the lyrics resonates with the authenticity that is a hallmark of Young’s songwriting.

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Lyrics: Down By The River

Be on my side. I’ll be on your side, baby.
There is no reason for you to hide.
It’s so hard for me staying here all alone,
When you could be taking me for a ride.

She could drag me over the rainbow,
Send me away.

Down by the river,
I shot my baby.
Down by the river.

Dead, ooh, ooh, shot her dead, ooh.

You take my hand, I’ll take your hand.
Together we may get away.
This much madness is too much sorrow.
It’s impossible to make it today.

She could drag me over the rainbow,
Send me away.

Down by the river,
I shot my baby.
Down by the river.

Dead, dead, ooh, ooh, shot her dead, shot her dead.

Be on my side. I’ll be on your side.
There is no reason for you to hide.
It’s so hard for me staying here all alone,
When you could be taking me for a ride.

She could drag me over the rainbow,
Send me away.

Down by the river,
I shot my baby.
Down by the river.

Down by the river,
I shot my baby.
Down by the river.

Down by the river,
I shot my baby.
Down by the river.

 

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