Who am I
I'm seeing silver in sand
Sixty five
And crooked rivers on land
Forgive me
You bore witness enough
Bloody knees
Up the north facing bluff
Keep your hands where they can see em
Keep your oldest son up high
There's a flood across the county
Santo Rio
Goodbye
Sweet Rosine
Hang your linens to dry
Blue moonbeams
Put to sleep your houseflies
Josey came
And he was here for a breath
Til' Monterrey
Closed in on his neck
So keep your hands where they can see em
Keep your oldest son up high
There's a flood across the county
Santo Rio
Goodbye
The silver is gone
This is not our home
All will be re born
