Tillman Co.

Mother red river she wind like a copperhead
 Coils and boils over dennison dam
 Little white houses, eggs on the rocky bed
 I am the sun of the serpent, I am
 Raised on the river, washed in the blood
 Blood run thickerthan bottomland muc
 And the wheel sinks deeper as the years spin 'round
 Thirty bad summers in tillman county
 My uncle little tree dreams of another life
 Coddles his cattle and he rents his range
 Holds the fan to the face of his pretty wife
 She knows nothing ain't ever gonna change, she was
 Raised on the river...
 Daylight's dragon fenceline keeps me working in this trance
 Poundin down the bedrock with this rusty lance
 We don't stand a chance
 Chikasha trickster call to the funnel cloud
 Demon come screamin over Wichita falls
 Lines down, power out, ryan and points south
 Time and direction don't matter all when you're
 Raised on the river...
 Maybe old moses come and turn this current back
 Cross me over ever holy and dry
 Climb me a crooked oak, scar-faced, bible-black
 Swing this shovel till it cracks the sky, I was
 Raised on the river...