From a backwater town in Ohio, all the way down to New Orleans. Hiding deep in the bayou, waiting on a Northbound river queen. . For too many years now, I've been the devil's own.
Susannah, there was peace between our fathers. How we ceased to be a bother?. We would run together in the morning light. And separate until the cool of night, oh, my Susannah.
Ten wheels rolling through a lonely night. I know what I'm feeling. And it's not quite right. Look out the window could be anywhere. I miss that thing that only we could share.
(Chorus:). Sometimes we are all we got, this time I have not forgot. Even a blind man can see, that it could be you,. it might be me. And sometimes we are all we got.