Never much of a heavy drinker
He found pleasure in the rougher things
Got shot gambling in Colorado
Bluffing aces and showing threes
Bluffing aces and showing threes
Lost angel, Indiana strip joint
I'll never is just a prayer until your last breath
Supposed to be in California
Now she dreams of Texas
Now she dreams of Texas
And we climb on high to the river's head
Set our feet to the water there
Pray it falls to a better land
And head back home when it has run
To tell everybody what we've done
Young child on the Reservation
Hit by a car on a dusty road
Took an hour for help to arrive
Shrugged shoulders and deep sighs
Shrugged shoulders and deeps sighs
A cold winter in the high desert
Hardens hearts and freezes pipes
Maybe a life of constant comfort
Don't feel like your alive
Don't feel like your alive
And we climb on high to the river's head
Set our feet to the water there
Pray it falls to a better land
And head back home when it has run
To tell everybody what we've done
He was king of the halls and fields
Over a small town high school he did reign
Loved by the Principal, the girls and Jesus
He had a problem with cocaine
He had a problem with cocaine
Just a child that Friday evening
Just outside of town when things went south
Laughing with the boys on Thursday evening
Laying in a pine box Saturday night
He was laying in a pine box Saturday night
And we climb on high to the river's head
Set our feet to the water there
Pray it falls to a better land
And head back home when it has run
To tell everybody what we've done
