Tillman County

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...