My name is Dodge, and you know that
It's written on the chart there, at the foot end of the bed
They think i'm blind, but i can read it
And ive read it, every word, and every word it says is death
So confession, is that the reason that you came
To get it of my chest, before i check out of the game
Since you mentioned it, well there's thirteen things i'l name
Therteen crosses high above, the cold Missouri waters
August forty-nine, west Montana
The hotest day on record, and the forrest tinder dry
Lightning strikes, in the mountains
I was crewcheif at the jumpbase
I prepared the boys to fly
I picked a drop-zone
C-47 comes in low
I feel the tap, upon your leg that tells you, go
See the circle, of the fire dow below
Fifteen of us dropped above, the cold Missouri waters
Engaged the fire, i'd seen bigger
So i ordered them to side hill
We'd fight it from bellow
We'd have our backs, to the river
We'd have it licked by morning even if we took it slow
But the fire crowned, jumped a vally just ahead
There was no way down, we'd have to climb that ridge instead
To big to fight it, we'd have to fight that slope instead
Flames one step behind, above, the cold Mossouri waters
Sky turned red, smoke was boiling
Two hundred yards to safety, death was fifty yards behind
I dont know why
I just thought it
I struck a match, to waste high grass, running out of time
I tried to tell them
Step inside this fire i've made
You can't make it, this is the only chance you'll get
But they cursed me, run for the rocks above instead
And i laid face down and prayed above the cold Missouri waters
And when i rose
Like the phoenix
In that world reduced to ashes there were none but two survived
And i stayed that night, one day after
Carried bodies to the river, wonder how i stayed alive
Thirteen stations, of the cross to marke their fall
I've had my saying, i will confess to nothing more
I will join them now, those who left me long before
Thirteen crosses high above, the cold Missouri waters
Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri shore