My mama run off with a
Bible salesman
My daddy didn't come back from the
Korean
War
My momma's momma
took me in to save me
from sin
The kind she says sweet
Jesus died for
Now one day she said
we're going down to
Chi -Meshe
River
We got loaded up in her old
Pontiac
For the next sunrise they're
gonna get you
And by the way,
your mama ain't comin' back
Now when we got down to the river,
man, it's in water
It's like a ghost in a suit of clothes,
old and gray
There was people standin' round,
yeah, okay, it's glory bound
And he raised up his head
and he began to pray
Said this river runs red, this river runs red
This river runs red like
Jesus' blood
We're gonna raise up the dead
We're gonna raise up the dead
We're gonna raise up these old
bones from the cold, mud
Let me tell you,
he said about revelations
Shards of fire and a promised land
Being washed in the blood of the
Lamb
Or else you'll be
God damned
Repent for the kingdom is at hand
Then the people start
shouting hallelujah
Come on, come on sweet heavenly host
And old women begin to cry
Throwing their hands up in the sky
It was the four -tailed rapture of the
Holy
Ghost
This river runs red, this river runs red
This river runs red like
Jesus' blood
They're gonna raise up the dead,
they're gonna raise up the dead
We're gonna raise up these old bones from the cold,
cold wood
This river runs red, this river runs red
This river runs red like
Jesus' blood
We're gonna raise up again,
we're gonna raise up again
We're gonna raise up these old
bones from the cold, wood
Now I got baptized that
Sunday mornin' I guess it didn't
take cause I looked back
So when I turned 15 I just
seemed to get mean
And I stole my momma's momma's
Pontiac
I took me a little drive up
the south side of
Tulsa
I satisfied and moved in with a woman,
sweet
Lorraine
Talkin' tough and breakin' rules,
bein' hip, slick and cool
And by 22 I was doin' a cocaine
My luck run out one night in
Knoxville
Not less than ten is what the judge said
Now it happens every night
when they turn out the lights
I can't stop the voices in my head
This river runs red, this river runs red
This river runs red like
Jesus' blood
We're gonna raise up the dead,
we're gonna raise up the dead
We're gonna raise up these old
bones from a broken hood
This river runs red, this river runs red
This river runs red like
Jesus' blood
We're gonna raise up the dead,
we're gonna raise up the dead
We're gonna raise up these old
foes from the cold, mud
This river of dread, this river of dread
This river of dread like
Jesus' blood
We're gonna raise up the dead,
we're gonna raise up the dead
We're gonna raise up these old
foes from the cold, mud
This river was red, this river was red,
this river was red like
Jesus' blood.
They're gonna raise up the dead,
they're gonna raise up the dead,
they're gonna raise up these old folks from the cold,
cold, cold blood.
This river was red, this river was red,
this river was red like
Jesus' blood.
They're gonna raise up the dead,
they're gonna raise up the dead
They're gonna raise up these old
folks from the cold cold mud
This river runs red, this river runs red,
this river runs red
Like
Jesus' blood,
Jesus' blood
They're gonna raise up the dead,
they're gonna raise up the dead
They're gonna raise up these
old folks from cold cold mud
Ray Wylie Hubbard 
