Tillman Co Lyrics - Singles - Dave Carter And Tracy Grammer

Mother red river she wind like a copperhead 

Coils and boils over dennison dam 

Little white houses, eggs on the rocky bed 

I am the sun of the serpent, I am 

Raised on the river, washed in the blood 

Blood run thickerthan bottomland muc 

And the wheel sinks deeper as the years spin 'round 

Thirty bad summers in tillman county 

My uncle little tree dreams of another life 

Coddles his cattle and he rents his range 

Holds the fan to the face of his pretty wife 

She knows nothing ain't ever gonna change, she was 

Raised on the river 

Daylight's dragon fenceline keeps me working in this trance 

Poundin down the bedrock with this rusty lance 

We don't stand a chance 

Chikasha trickster call to the funnel cloud 

Demon come screamin over Wichita falls 

Lines down, power out, ryan and points south 

Time and direction don't matter all when you're 

Raised on the river 

Maybe old moses come and turn this current back 

Cross me over ever holy and dry 

Climb me a crooked oak, scar-faced, bible-black 

Swing this shovel till it cracks the sky, I was 

Raised on the river