River

By M. Yonts and David Allan Coe River, you heard my first cry as a baby And, like my Mom, you sang me lullabies You knew my fishing pole When I was eight years old And, river, you never told me lies River, I can see you from my window Your muddy water makes me feel alone River, you keep flowing Like you know just where you're going But, River, will you ever take me home River, I'm not proud of what I've done Somehow my fishing pole became a gun Through these prison bars I see That you're still running free But, river, I've got no place to run