I come from down in the valley. Where mister, when you're young. They bring you up to do. Like your daddy done. Me and Mary, we met in high school. When she was just seventeen. We'd ride out of this valley. Down to where the fields were green.
Coming from a small town, they bring you up to follow in your father's footsteps. Met a girl in high school and her name was Mary. They would ride out of town to the country.
We'd go down to the river. And into the river we'd dive. Oh down to the river we'd ride.
Down by the river, we'll always have good times.
That night we went down to the river. And into the river we'd dive. Oh down to the river we did ride.
Even though it is starting to get rough, need to stick with the good times.
I got a job working construction. For the Johnstown Company. But lately there ain't been much work. On account of the economy. Now all them things that seemed so important. Well mister, they vanished right into the air. Now I just act like I don't remember. Mary acts like she don't care
There is getting to be less and less work because of the economy. While time goes by, the important things don't matter anymore and no one is doesn't care.
But I remember us riding in my brother's car. Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir. At night on them banks I'd lie awake. And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take. Now those memories come back to haunt me. They haunt me like a curse. Is a dream a lie if it don't come true. Or is it something worse.
All the memories of us haunt me and keep me awake at night because this isn't a dream, it's reality.