Big Black River

Old man in the city morgue
Said he left his keys to the car with the whore?
I guess so
He was walking against the rain
And left his name at home with his
Wallet and ring

He said
Oh, this ripped coat
And the big black river
Don't you know I'm not ever coming back
Here, no more
Don't you know?
Don't you know, eden already came?
S'all right, its gone what a shame
Old man