That River Songtext
von Margo Cilker

That river in the winter
It could fuck me up
Crack my ribs, bust my lip
It could do enough
Were you staying in your own lane?
Were you passing on a steep grade?
Ah, ah-ah

Out driving past Minam
When the moon came up
I could see her, I had a fever
Lit by the troubles of love
I was asking a question, what did she say?
She was answering one from yesterday


Saying, "Fortune favours the bold
And the far away from home"
Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

Jordan Valley, she would gladly
Stop in at Mrs Z′s
With the shepherds and the wreckers
To keep her company
Took a room at the old Basque hotel
It was a kind of prayer when her eyelids fell

One saying, "Fortune favours the bold
And the far away from home"
Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

That river in the winter
It could fuck me up
Crack my ribs, bust my lip
It could do enough