Where the Little River Meets the Red

We drove northeast on interstate 30 towards home Up from Dallas, through Tex-Arkana, you know the roads-- Like the back of our hands, we have Long before there were maps to guide us Long before we knew what a heart was for Long before we knew what we were And just before Fulton where the little river meets the Red you said I don't want to die here, get busted up for being queer Do you? I know who I am, we have Long before there were maps to guide us Long before we knew what a heart was for Long before we knew what we were Unincorporated road Red dirt on our shoes, kudzu grew all around us I kissed you and hoped no one saw But they eyes of god, we've been told, are always watching us --- Where the Little River Meets the Red - Brittain Ashford