Down to the River - Pat Green
I found you in a Louisiana roadside park, beat up broke down no place left to turn, I took you back to Texas under a harvest moon, we found a little place to call our own, we shared all the hopes and dreams of our younger years, married at the tender age of twenty-one, rollin' down the highways, dirt roads and the byways, you liked to drive so I would go shotgun.
We'd go down to the river, where I could hold your body close to mine,
we'd listen to the rhythm, of that old water rollin,
you can stay with me until the morning light.
Somewhere through the year somebody turned your head, and has taken my sweet love so far from me, yeah he swept you off to Boulder, where the air it gets much colder, than this southern boy would ever like to see, I think of calling you on lonely nights, when being alone gets the best of me, yeah but this here whiskey bottle, will take me to a place, where you and I will always be.
When you came back home everybody said I was a fool, 'cause I took you back without a word to say, But I couldn't go on living thinkin' about all I missin', and I don't give a damn about what those people say.