‘The River’ is a dual tribute: to the reckless joy of coming of age in 1980s New Mexico, and to the Rio Grande itself - a life-giving but dangerous force. This Americana anthem contrasts warm nostalgia with a dark, sobering warning, all bound together by heartfelt, soulful harmonies.
Lyrics
Yeah We're going down to the Rio Grande on another Friday night
A beer keg down by the levy, so grab a cup and get in line
With my courage up I got shot down but her friend was mighty fine
She laid me down in her pickup truck, and that was my first time
Take me down to the river (to the river)
Take me where my memories hide (where my memories hide)
Down to the river (to the river)
I'll never let my memories die
In the city of the crosses around 1985, we had softball games and barbecues, it was good to be alive
Cause there was no TikTok, no Instagram, just alot of french kissing & holding hands, and all the boys were way too cool to dance
Oh take me down to the river (to the river)
Take me where my memories hide (where my memories hide)
I'm going down to the river (to the river)
I'll never let me memories die
Take me down to the river (to the river)
Take me where my memories hide (I won't let go)
I'm going down to the river (to the river)
I'll never let me memories die
Now the river shows a dark side every time she claims a life
The devil and deep water will get you every time
See the devil in deep water will get you every time
Oh no no no
Take me down to the river (to the river)
Take me where my memories hide (where my memories hide)
I'm going down to the river (to the river)
I'll never let my memories die (never let my memories die)
Take me down to the river (to the river)
Take me where my memories hide (where my memories hide)
I'm going down to the river (to the river)
I'll never let my memories die