money road

i was dreaming of the tallahatchie bridge

a thousand miles from where we live

but the long line at the pearly gate

the keepers of our fate

none of them will congregate

out on money road

a lonesome boy in a foreign land

and a voice we'll never understand

one lies in the zion yard

and one sleeps on the river bar

neither one got very far

out on money road

out on money road

i was dreaming about the deepest blue

but what you seek is seeking you

you can cross the bridge and carve your name

but the river stays the same

we left but never went away

out on money road

out on money road

out on money road

out on money road