We were lying at the border of a big
mountain
They call us rocks from the Rocky
Mountain
Some of us fell into the Colorado River
Some of us broke down on the way to the State of Colorado
Some of us fell into the Colorado River
Some of us broke down on the way to the State of Colorado
A big storm took us down to the
river flat
We rolled and rolled in the shallow water
We rolled and rolled in the shallow water
Some of us become smaller and
smaller
And rounder and rounder
And rounder and rounder
One day we ended up on the wild
river beach
A young lady, who was not a switch
A young lady, who was not a switch
She played around and carried us to town
She went to see Ken, her nephew, downtown
She went to see Ken, her nephew, downtown
She and Ken's friends played with us
Then she gave us to Ken and took the bus
Then she gave us to Ken and took the bus
Some called us Ken's play pebbles
But we say, Ken finally has his marbles.
But we say, Ken finally has his marbles.
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