Rio Grande (Live)

This place plays tricks on me
 I don't know why I'm here
 So peaceful and serene
 But it only brings me tears,
 Good lord it only brings me tears
 My bad luck boots
 And my hard luck hand
 My coal black thoughts
 Reappear, reprimand
 And hold my head
 To the silt, to the sand,
 To the bone-white dead
 Of the Rio Grande
 I return every last time
 With a strong and a hopeful heart
 But under a mocking blue sky
 Somehow it all just crumbles apart
 Oh it all just crumbles apart
 My bad luck boots
 And my hard luck hand
 My coal black thoughts
 Reappear, reprimand
 And hold my head
 To the silt, to the sand,
 To the bone-white dead
 Of the Rio Grande
 The pines have lost their green
 Now they stare without a sound
 The wind's too cold to sing
 Snow is heavy on the ground
 Heavy on the ground