That River

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