We rolled into the river The horses drank it dry It was just above the flood plain Where we hung out our sign With no clouds in the valley And no God on our side We'd rode the longest distance But we walked the final miles The final miles The final miles And mama had a black book We read by candle-light And from that tiny Bible I learned to read and write We were holding out for something Hoping for good soil Looking out for our loved ones And for something more than toil Something more than toil And the valley took its victims It bled the horses dry We rode the longest distance But we walked the final miles The final miles The final miles The final miles