Song Description

Written while on tour in October 2008, in an apartment above the Purple Fiddle in Thomas, West Virginia. After a couple of PBR's, this song just flowed right out.

Lyrics

Keep your eyes on the Mississippi River,
ain't no river gonna tell you any lies.
Forget about that girl down on Jeni Street,
she'll tell 'em while she looks right in your eyes.

Don't sing your songs for the half-drunk students,
they're too busy singing songs about themselves.
Just sing your songs for the broken people,
they're just trying to put some groceries on their shelves.

Take a ride up the St. Lawrence River,
I'll bet Montreal is shining just as bright.
Its getting darker now, feeling the winter coming,
she'll be cold but she can't have your light.

I ain't talking about that time,
that we went down to Jackson Hole,
and camped among the bears.
I ain't talking to you until,
its over and done,
and there is nothing left there.

All them women, they just tell you that they miss you,
if you want to keep them you can't leave their site.
They'll tell you, "boy, don't you listen to the river,
all the promises the river makes are lies."

I ain't talking about that time,
that we went down to Kansas,
and you let down all your hair.
I ain't talking to you until,
its over and done,
and there is nothing left there.
I ain't poking 'round for someone else,
to fix my problems,
I ain't got a problem with myself.
I ain't waiting 'round for you,
to talk it over,
maybe some day you'll be back with someone else.