♪ I drove his Chevrolet down to the bridge ♪
♪ Before the sun could come up red ♪
♪ The water don't ask questions ♪
♪ And it don't speak ill of the dead ♪
♪ Jackets still smell like smoking sweat ♪
♪ Like Saturday nights and curry bread ♪
♪ He said he'd leave me for that girl from town ♪
♪ The one who works the grocery lane ♪
♪ Said I was getting old and mean ♪
♪ That loving me was just a chain ♪
♪ So I showed him what these hands could do ♪
♪ His own pistol and one bullet through ♪
♪ The river's colder than his hands ever were ♪
♪ Colder than the bed we shared for 15 years ♪
♪ The river takes what the river's owed ♪
♪ But the empty road river's colder than his kiss goodnight ♪
♪
Colder than the truth
but it
holds on tight ♪
♪ I'd clean the kitchen floor on my knees ♪
♪ For a while
the sheriff came by Tuesday afternoon ♪
♪ Asked if I'd seen him I said he left for Baton Rouge ♪
♪ The river's colder than his hands ever were ♪
♪ The river takes what the river's owed ♪
♪ And don't leave nothing but the empty road
river's colder than his kiss goodnight ♪
♪ Colder than the truth but it
holds on tight ♪
♪ Sometimes I stand there on the bank ♪
♪ Buried in the ferns
wonder if the water keeps a count of all us women it's held down ♪
♪ The river's colder than his hands
colder
than his hands the river don't forgive but it understands ♪