Tell Them I’m Gone
By Dan Spiller
Glenwood Springs
O down river,
O down river
Wash this old fool away
Where lost is and hopeless remains
Tell my son,
tell my son
Not to do what I have done, I could not walk and tried to run
Tell him, love from a broken man will come undone
Tell my love,
tell my love
The key is in the back door, the bed will be warm without me
The gun is in the draw, keep the barrel well and oiled for me
Tell my lord,
tell my lord
His money’s in his bowl, he can beg some other fool, I am reborn
Enlightened I am singing your praise for the devil’s door