Out on the River on Christmas Eve
Bon fire on the bank, hard bend to the right.
On the Lower Mississippi, full moon tonight.
Where the Spanish moss hangs from the trees,
Down in Louisiana, on Christmas Eve.
That muddy water never quite comes clear,
When I try to giver a reason why I wanna be here.
Ain't you got no family, no place to be?
Out on the river on Christmas Eve.
See reflections on a clear, black night.
Watching the shoreline come into sight.
Wanna hear steam, just wanna feel wind.
See the pitman arms come round again.
That muddy water never quite comes clear,
When I try to give a reason why I wanna be here.
Ain't you got no family, no place to be?
Out on the river on Christmas Eve.
(C) John Hartford
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