The [?], the bristles, the wide Rio Grande

One more river to cross

The [road?] running wild through the cottonwood stand

One more river to cross



I tried to be good for most of my life

Never done wrong when I knew what was right

So when I cross over, my heart will be light

One more river to cross



I was twelve when I first crossed the Cumberland Gap

One more river to cross

And except for in memory, I never looked back

One more river to cross



The Snake and the (Sand?), the Priest, the Payette

The Willow, the Bravo, the San Bernadette

And I'm tired, but I still got one left in me yet

One more river to cross



My one true companion is carrying me

One more river to cross

And when I cross over, he'll go running free

One more river to cross