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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Margo Cilker
Acoustic Guitar
Sera Cahoone
Drums
Sarah Cilker
Background Vocals
Jason Kardong
Pedal Steel Guitar
Rebecca Young
Electric Bass Guitar
Mirabai Peart
Violin
Jenny Conlee-Drizos
Piano
Kelly Pratt
Horn
John Morgan Askew
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Margo Cilker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sera Cahoone
Producer
John Morgan Askew
Mixing Engineer
John Golden
Mastering Engineer
Songteksten
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
Writer(s): Margo Cilker
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