Can't lose the taste of this river mud,

Black water in my lungs.

They say you can't step in the same river twice

Well I've been stepping in this river seems like most my life.



So sharpen up those dragging hooks

Tie that sheep shank tight

Cast into the river boys

We're dragging for those lost years tonight.



There's a man whose lost his wife

Said she'd be home by eight,

But that was well on three weeks ago

Now he's walking those banks searching for clues to her fate.



See that girl she's lost her boy

Flash flood stole him away.

Now she keeps a vigil on that suspension bridge

Praying for that river to return him one day.



So sharpen up those dragging hooks

Tie that clove hitch tight

Cast into the river boys

We're dragging for lost love tonight.



Can't lose the taste of this river mud

Black water in my lungs.

They say even the weariest river in the end will find the sea

But here among the cat tails all we discuss is breaking free



So sharpen up those dragging hooks

Tie that sheep shank tight

Cast into the water boys

We're dragging for lost souls tonight.