One More River to Cross

The [?], the bristles, the wide Rio Grande
 One more river to cross
 The [road?] running wild through the cottonwood stand
 One more river to cross
 I tried to be good for most of my life
 Never done wrong when I knew what was right
 So when I cross over, my heart will be light
 One more river to cross
 I was twelve when I first crossed the Cumberland Gap
 One more river to cross
 And except for in memory, I never looked back
 One more river to cross
 The Snake and the (Sand?), the Priest, the Payette
 The Willow, the Bravo, the San Bernadette
 And I'm tired, but I still got one left in me yet
 One more river to cross
 My one true companion is carrying me
 One more river to cross
 And when I cross over, he'll go running free
 One more river to cross