Cold River

Well, he packed up his suitcase
'Cause the deal gone down
She was slipping on her stockings
Lord it made the sweetest soundThere was a baby in the reeds
Along the river outside of town
As he wound his pocket watch
To set time spinnin' 'em all aroundWasn't long they'd be forgetting
This old rainy Texas day
Little fella wasn't meant
For this old world anywayGambling and whoring
Hiding from plain view
Tell me which one of us rounders
Would you trust this poor child toYou just roll on cold river
Wash little Moses down
We've got business to attend to
In Chicago town, in Chicago townThey rolled out of Austin
On some kind of cattle train
She'd been with him for a year
Didn't know his second nameHe worked the small towns hustling nine ball
She hooked the truck stops too
They were trying to make Chicago
Before the winter come blowing throughSome trucker sprang a leak
In California they supposed
Started working Arizona
Lord she missed the bloody roseThey rambled through the southwest
Making money and making time
But they never could find no help
Not a doctor, not that kindYou just roll on cold river
Wash little Moses down
We've got business to attend to
In Chicago town, in Chicago townSome women love their babies
Some women won't have one
Some Texas woman found him
And we're still on the runThe kind of life we're living
He'd only slow us down
Ain't good for nothing anyway
Just rambling town to townSo, you just roll on cold river
Wash little Moses down
We've got business to attend to
In Chicago town, in Chicago townWell he unpacked his suitcase
She pulled her stockings down
Started dreaming up a pool hall
And shooting up a roundShe thought about tomorrow
When the money rolled around
That night they slept like babies
In Chicago town