Margo Cilker - That River

[Verse 1]
That river, in the winter
It could fuck me up
Crack my ribs, bust my lip
It could do enough
Were you stayin' in your own lane?
Were you passin' on a steep grade, ah

[Verse 2]
Out drivin' past Minam
When the moon came up
I could see her, I had a fever
Lit by the troubles of love
I was askin' a question, what did she say?
She was answerin' one from yesterday

[Chorus]
Sayin' fortune, it favors the bold
And the far away from home
Ah, ah, ah

[Verse 3]
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 a prayer when her eyelids fell

[Chorus]
One sayin' fortune, it favors the bold
And the far away from home
Ah, ah, ah

[Outro]
That river, in the winter
It could fuck me up
Crack my ribs, bust my lip
It could do enough