Jacob loaded up his wagon with last year’s fur

He’d have to make the trip alone, cause it would be too risky

For his pretty wife Sarah and the unborn child she carried with her

It took three weeks, to reach the Mississippi River

Then he turned south towards New Orleans

For a boy from the mountains, it was easy to get caught up

In the sights and the sounds of the city and the things he’d never seen

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And the river rolls on like an endless ribbon

The sunlight glistens on the rocks below

He can hear her voice in the rippling water

Sayin please be home before the cold winds blow

He fell in with a bad companion

Said give me all your money or I’ll take your life

But Jacob drew his pistol and in less than a heartbeat

The stranger lay dead on the floor and someone had to pay the price

Now after three long years in a Louisiana prison

He stands on the hill that overlooks his farm

With his woman by his side he thanks God for his blessing

And most of all for the blonde haired child resting in his arms

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And the river rolls on like an endless ribbon…