SONGS OF FISHING, SHEEP AND GUNS IN MONTANA
© Greg Keeler 1987

Roll on Missouri

I had a dark-haired lady, and she put me through hell.
I don't like to talk about it, but I might as well,
If you'll pour me another double and restore some of my power.
I ain't got nowhere else to go and the bars don't close for hours.
She said I never knew her, so she found another man,
But, hell, I bet I knew her like the back of my hand
Or like the old Missouri that runs slow without a sound,
But if you try to cross her, she's bound to pull you down.

So roll on you old Missouri. You ain't got nothin' for me.
And roll on Missouri toward the sea.
Yes, roll on you old Missouri. You ain't got nothin' for me.
And roll on Missouri toward the sea.

I had a fair-haired lady, and I put her through hell.
I don't like to talk about it, but I might as well,
If you'll pour me another double and restore some of my power.
I ain't got nowhere else to go and the bars don't close for hours.
I never tried to know her. I cheated then I ran.
But, hell, I bet she knew me like the back of her hand.
Or like the old Missouri that runs slow without a sound,
But if you wade out on the edges, she's bound to pull you down.

So roll on you old Missouri. You ain't got nothin' on me.
And, roll on Missouri toward the sea.
Yes, roll on you old Missouri. You ain't got nothin' on me.
And roll on Missouri toward the sea.