Ive lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all meanBy Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del RioWhen time gets slow and rivers freeze
I think youd know enoughTo call in touch that outer frame
The inner gain, a sullen gulch
Which opens up on the way to Blindmans BluffA suburb now of River Roads
Where quandary and sublime improve
The sight whose imagery is sometimes that of fearIve lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all meanBy Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Oh, Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del RioWhen time gets slow and rivers freeze
I think youd know enoughTo shut the gates of walled town walls
And putting up some good rum punch
Forget the way to Blindmans BluffSo packed with eyes that glow like coals
And pointing towards the North
Oh, my boat left New Orleans in 1829Hey, hey, hey, heyMy destination is a secret
And the doctrine is soft
And just between the verse and me
Its a place where you can seeLost, last and luminous
Scored to sky yet never found
Relics of jewels and ant-track tools
A true ghost dance, rehearsal groundIve lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all meanIve lived upon the edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all meanBy Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del RioDel Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del RioDel Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Oh, Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song, oh, Del Rio
Del Rios song