well down along the river just a sittin on a rock i m a lookin at the boats in the bonneville lock gate swings open the boat sails in she toots her whistle she s gone again gasoline goin up wheat comin down well i filled up my hat brim drunk a little taste thought about a river just a goin to waste thought about the dust an thought about the sand thought about the people an thought about the land folks runnin round all over creation lookin for some kind of little place well i pulled out my pencil scribbled this song figured all them salmon just couldn t be wrong them salmon fish is mighty shrewd they got senators and politicians too just about like the president they run every four years you just watch this river though pretty soon everybody s gonna be changin their tune the big grand coulee and the bonneville dams run a thousand factories for uncle sam and everybody else in the world turnin out everything from fertilizers to sewing machines and atomic bedrooms and plastic everything s gonna be plastic uncle sam need houses and stuff to eat uncle sam needs wool and uncle sam needs wheat uncle sam needs water and power dams uncle sam needs people and the people need land course i don t like dictators none myself but then i think the whole country had ought to be run by e lec trici ty