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