Del Rio's Song

I've lived upon

The edge of chance

For twenty years or more

And this is what my friends all mean

By del rio's song.......oh, del rio

Del rio's song..........oh, del rio

Del rio's song..........oh, del rio

Del rio's song..........oh, del rio

When time gets slow, and rivers freeze

I think you'd know enough

To call in touch that outer frame

The inner gain, a sullen gulch

Which opens up on the way to blind man's bluff

A suburb now of river roads

Where quandary and sublime improve

The sight whose imagery

Is sometimes that of fear

I've lived upon

The edge of chance

For twenty years or more

And this is what my friends all mean

By del rio's song.......oh, del rio

Del rio's song..........oh, del rio

Del rio's song..........oh, del rio

Del rio's song..........oh, del rio

When time gets slow, and rivers freeze

I think you'd know enough

To shut the gates of walled town walls

And putting up some good rum punch

Forget the way to blind man's bluff

So packed with eyes

That glow like coals

And pointing towards the north

Oh my boat left new Orleans in 1829!

Hey! hey! hey! hey!

My destination is a secret

And the doctrine is soft

And just between the verse and me

It's a place where you can see

Lost, last and luminous

Scored to sky yet never found

Relics of jewels

And ant-track tools

A true ghost dance

Rehearsal ground

I've lived upon

The edge of chance

For twenty years or more

And this is what my friends all mean

I've lived upon

The edge of chance

For twenty years or more

And this is what my friends all mean

By del rio's song.......oh, del rio

Del rio's song..........oh, del rio

Del rio's song..........oh, del rio

Del rio's song..........oh, del rio