Del Rio's Song

I've lived upon
 The edge of chance
 For twenty years or more
 And this is what my friends all mean
 By Del Rio's song... Oh, Del Rio
 Del Rio's Song... Oh, Del Rio
 Del Rio's Song... Oh, Del Rio
 Del Rio's Song... Oh, Del Rio
 When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
 I think you'd know enough
 To call in touch that outer frame
 The inner gain, a sullen gulch
 Which opens up on the way to Blindman's Bluff
 A suburb now of River Roads
 Where quandry and sublime improve
 The sight whose imagery
 Is sometimes that of fear
 I've lived upon
 The edge of chance
 For twenty years or more
 And this is what my friends all mean
 By Del Rio's song... Oh, Del Rio
 Del Rio's Song... Oh, Del Rio
 Del Rio's Song... Oh, Del Rio
 Del Rio's Song... Oh, Del Rio
 When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
 I think you'd know enough
 To shut the gates of walled town walls
 And putting up some good rum punch
 Forget the way to Blindman's Bluff
 So packed with eyes
 That glow like coals
 And pointing towards the North
 Oh my boat left New Orleans in 1829!
 Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
 My destination is a secret
 And the doctrine is soft
 And just between the verse and me
 It's a place where you can see
 Lost, last and luminous
 Scored to sky yet never found
 Relics of jewels
 And ant-track tools
 A true ghost dance
 Rehearsal Ground
 I've lived upon
 The edge of chance
 For twenty years or more
 And this is what my friends all mean
 I've lived upon
 The edge of chance
 For twenty years or more
 And this is what my friends all mean
 By Del Rio's song... Oh, Del Rio
 Del Rio's Song... Oh, Del Rio
 Del Rio's Song... Oh, Del Rio
 Del Rio's Song... Oh, Del Rio