Well, he packed up his suitcase   'Cause the deal gone down   She was slipping on her stockings   Lord it made the sweetest sound      There was a baby in the reeds   Along the river outside of town   As he wound his pocket watch   To set time spinnin' 'em all around      Wasn't long they'd be forgetting   This old rainy Texas day   Little fella wasn't meant   For this old world anyway      Gambling and whoring   Hiding from plain view   Tell me which one of us rounders   Would you trust this poor child to      You just roll on cold river   Wash little Moses down   We've got business to attend to   In Chicago town, in Chicago town      They rolled out of Austin   On some kind of cattle train   She'd been with him for a year   Didn't know his second name      He worked the small towns hustling nine ball   She hooked the truck stops too   They were trying to make Chicago   Before the winter come blowing through      Some trucker sprang a leak   In California they supposed   Started working Arizona   Lord she missed the bloody rose      They rambled through the southwest   Making money and making time   But they never could find no help   Not a doctor, not that kind      You just roll on cold river   Wash little Moses down   We've got business to attend to   In Chicago town, in Chicago town      Some women love their babies   Some women won't have one   Some Texas woman found him   And we're still on the run      The kind of life we're living   He'd only slow us down   Ain't good for nothing anyway   Just rambling town to town      So, you just roll on cold river   Wash little Moses down   We've got business to attend to   In Chicago town, in Chicago town      Well he unpacked his suitcase   She pulled her stockings down   Started dreaming up a pool hall   And shooting up a round      She thought about tomorrow   When the money rolled around   That night they slept like babies   In Chicago town