The [?], the bristles, the wide Rio Grande One more river to cross The [road?] running wild through the cottonwood stand One more river to cross I tried to be good for most of my life Never done wrong when I knew what was right So when I cross over, my heart will be light One more river to cross I was twelve when I first crossed the Cumberland Gap One more river to cross And except for in memory, I never looked back One more river to cross The Snake and the (Sand?), the Priest, the Payette The Willow, the Bravo, the San Bernadette And I'm tired, but I still got one left in me yet One more river to cross My one true companion is carrying me One more river to cross And when I cross over, he'll go running free One more river to cross