Wide open western sky, rust stretched sunset starting to fade on an August night. The heat's still rising off the asphalt when we turned down a county road, rattle over a cattle guard passed a row of old fence post to a one lane bridge where the path begins. When we feel the coolness in the air, then we know we're almost there and
You put your hand in mine, pretty fingers that fit just fine. And we'll walk down where the river gets wide and no one ever comes around. Hopped down neath a concho moon, no agenda and nothing to prove in our own little world, just me and my river girl
The hours go slipping back, dark water over flat rocks in the moonlight. Take your flipflops off and put your toes in the water. Tell me all of your dreams, small town girl taking on the world in her cut off jeans. When you lean back, lay your head on my lap I can see the starlight in your eyes and for me there's no dream like when
You put your hand in mine, pretty fingers that fit just fine. And we'll walk down where the river gets wide and no one ever comes around. Hopped down neath a concho moon, no agenda and nothing to prove in our own little world, just me and my river girl
One day I know you'll fly from this sleepy town, but for this moment here and now
You put your hand in mine, tiny fingers that feel so fine. And we'll walk down where the river gets wide, two people in love. There's no feeling in the world like this, frozen in a tip toe kiss in our own little world, just me and my river girl, just me and my river girl