The River

Follow me down the mountain. We can sing the blues. The thought of losing you made me shiver. Then you came back and washed me in the river. Sail away, high tide captain, oh my captain. Sail away, don't cry. Rise up and hear them calling. I use to ride the white lightning. I use to sing the blues. I throw my hands up and I am delivered. Then you came back and washed me in the river. The angels sing for you and the seas they part in two. When I die will you remember? All the stories told were true. I looked the Devil in the eye and he shivered. Then you came back and washed me in the river. --- The River - 500 Miles To Memphis