Written by Angela Faye Martin
LYRICS
Still life with an empty bottle
Six girls in a trance
I’m standing alone in high water
I’m dreaming of Paris France
The preacher he went fishing
To tell the river lies
My best friend she eat next to nothing
At least nothing with eyes
She always been the kind of woman
To tell the world what she believes
And she never contribute to nobody’s problem
No baby tugging at her sleeves
Roll river roll
Roll river roll
Where you’re going I don’t know
Whatever became of Katie Downs
Her eyes as green as gold?
Like some immortal autumnal warbler
She never will get old
As Herbie played a tune called watermelon man
When no one would open their eyes
Well the New York times wrote something about how she
Never took her eyes off the prize
Me I defend all ridges
Where Apollo will touch down
I discovered the land with all the pitches
The only place to drink from the ground
Roll river roll
Roll river roll
Where you’re going I don’t know
CREDITS
Angela Faye Martin: Voice, guitar
Mark Linkous: Lead guitar, percussion
PRODUCTION
Produced and engineered by Mark Linkous at Static King
Mastered by Ryan Laurie at REL Recording