mother red river she wind like a copperhead   coils and boils over dennison dam   little white houses, eggs on the rocky bed   I am the sun of the serpent, I am      raised on the river, washed in the blood   blood run thickerthan bottomland muc   and the wheel sinks deeper as the years spin 'round   thirty bad summers in tillman county      my uncle little tree dreams of another life   coddles his cattle and he rents his range   holds the fan to the face of his pretty wife   she knows nothing ain't ever gonna change, she was      raised on the river…      daylight's dragon fenceline keeps me working in this trance   poundin down the bedrock with this rusty lance   we don't stand a chance   chikasha trickster call to the funnel cloud   demon come screamin over Wichita falls   lines down, power out, ryan and points south   time and direction don't matter all when you're      raised on the river…      maybe old moses come and turn this current back   cross me over ever holy and dry   climb me a crooked oak, scar-faced, bible-black   swing this shovel till it cracks the sky, I was      raised on the river…