Russell G. Robison

COLD RIVER

It’s not the time or place now boy
For you to turn and run
Just keep your focus sharp
And you can do what must be done

The ammo cans are full
It isn’t you who’ll chose the fight
So best you start to face up
To another angry night

You hope their conversation
Is as brief as it can be
You’d prefer a night of peace though
Both sides simply won’t agree

While waiting for that first shot
That you hope will never show
Man this rivers making me feel cold and old
Now don’t you know