Rio Grande - Eilen Jewell

This place plays tricks on me

I don’t know why I’m here

So peaceful and serene

But it only brings me tears

Good lord it only brings me tears

My bad luck boots

And my hard luck hand

My coal black thoughts

Reappear, reprimand

And hold my head

To the silt, to the sand

To the bone-white dead

Of the Rio Grande

I return every last time

With a strong and a hopeful heart

But under a mocking blue sky

Somehow it all just crumbles apart

Oh it all just crumbles apart

My bad luck boots

And my hard luck hand

My coal black thoughts

Reappear, reprimand

And hold my head

To the silt, to the sand

To the bone-white dead

Of the Rio Grande

The pines have lost their green

Now they stare without a sound

The wind’s too cold to sing

Snow is heavy on the ground

Heavy on the ground