There ain't nothing
Over this hill side
That is worth
Traveling for
I'm just walking
To fill my jugs up
To gorge my gut up
& clean the floor
When you see my
Name in the papers
Will you think on
Sweet memories
Or will you whisper
Lord good riddance
As you read obituary
& there's angels far behind me
& the sun is to my back
I'm just walking to Spout Springs now
Feels like the Jordan to Hell and back
There ain't nothing
Under this hill top
That is worth
Dying for
The ridge lines endless
The bottom relentless
I knew a man
Trapped forever in the gorge
& there's angels right there beside him
& the sun is to his feet
Now he's just begging
For a drink of water
Cold & clear
Flowing from Spout Springs
& there's angels right there beside me
& the sun is to my back
I'm just walking to Spout Springs now
Feels like the Jordan to Hell and back
It feels like the Jordan to Hell and back