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Well, he packed up his suitcase
Cause the deal gone down
She was slipping on her stockings
Lord it made the sweetest sound
There was a baby in the reeds
Along the river outside of town
As he wound his pocket watch
To set time spinnin em all around
Wasnt long theyd be forgetting
This old rainy
Texas dayLittle fella wasnt meant
For this old world anyway
Gambling and whoring
Hiding from plain view
Tell me which one of us rounders
Would you trust this poor child to
You just roll on cold river
Wash little
Moses down
Weve got business to attend to
In Chicago town, in
Chicago town
They rolled out of
AustinOn some kind of cattle train
Shed been with him for a year
Didnt know his second name
He worked the small towns hustling nine ball
She hooked the truck stops too
They were trying to make
ChicagoBefore the winter come blowing through
Some trucker sprang a leak
In California they supposed
Started working
ArizonaLord she missed the bloody rose
They rambled through the southwest
Making money and making time
But they never could find no help
Not a doctor, not that kind
You just roll on cold river
Wash little
Moses down
Weve got business to attend to
In Chicago town, in
Chicago town
Some women love their babies
Some women wont have one
Some Texas woman found him
And were still on the run
The kind of life were living
Hed only slow us down
Aintgood for nothing anyway
Just rambling town to town
So, you just roll on cold river
Wash little
Moses down
Weve got business to attend to
In Chicago town, in
Chicago town
Well he unpacked his suitcase
She pulled her stockings down
Started dreaming up a pool hall
And shooting up a round
She thought about tomorrow
When the money rolled around
That night they slept like babies
In Chicago town