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I come from down in the valley |
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Where mister when you're young |
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They bring you up to do like your daddy done |
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Me and Mary we met in high school |
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When she was just seventeen |
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We'd ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green |
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We'd go down to the river |
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And into the river we'd dive |
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Oh down to the river we'd ride |
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Then I got Mary pregnant |
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And man that was all she wrote |
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And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat |
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We went down to the courthouse |
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And the judge put it all to rest |
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No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle |
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No flowers no wedding dress |
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That night we went down to the river |
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And into the river we'd dive |
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Oh down to the river we did ride |
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I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company |
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But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy |
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Now all them things that seemed so important |
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Well mister they vanished right into the air |
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Now I just act like I don't remember |
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Mary acts like she don't care |
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But I remember us riding in my brother's car |
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Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir |
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At night on them banks I'd lie awake |
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And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take |
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Now those memories come back to haunt me |
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They haunt me like a curse |
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Is a dream a lie if it don't come true |
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Or is it something worse |
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That sends me down to the river |
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Though I know the river is dry |
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That sends me down to the river tonight |
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Down to the river |
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My baby and I |
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Oh down to the river we ride |
