Last night the river went callin. Like a train when it jumps the tracks how it roared thru the night - vowed to never go back! I hear the rivermen cry, 'We never knew peace.' Are we like a house made of dry grass? People pass, sayin, 'Man, it won't last - See the fire and sparks spittin fire and smoke.'
Last night the river went callin. How it pushed thru the awful black - boats of gold hanging by their fiery stacks! I heard the rivermen cry, said 'We never know peace. 'Will we never know peace?' Are we like a house made of dry grass? People pass - 'Man, It won't last.' See the fire & spark spittin fire & smoke.
Last night I dreamed that I was falling. 'Where do we go?' I said to myself, 'If I call your name & you answer cryin?' We never knew peace. Will we never know peace? Or are we like a house made of dry grass? People pass, sayin 'Man, it won't last!' See the fire & sparks spittin fire! Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire.