The Crossing

We lay down by the trestle bridge
That crosses Thompson’s Creek
I put a nickel on the track
As a tear ran down her cheek

Next thing I knew she was with child
I tried to walk the line
But that line was made for crossing
And I crossed it many times

Chorus:
She named her daughter River
Cause she washed away our sins
Sometimes the very place it starts
Is the very place it ends

I worked the boats at Folly Beach
Where all the tourists drown
One night I stole a Camaro
Knocked some parking meters down

I was hoping for probation
It was my first offense
But the judge threw the book at me
When he saw them from the bench

Chorus:
She named her daughter River
Cause she washed away our sins
Sometimes the very place it starts
Is the very place it ends

He sent me to the state prison
Up here on Hard Luck Ridge
And from the window in my cell
I can see that trestle bridge

Chorus:
She named her daughter River
Cause she washed away our sins
Sometimes the very place it starts
Is the very place it ends

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