River Road

I've got dust on my hands.
I say your name soft and low, mm-hm,
And it gives me somewhere I can go.
From Baton Rouge down to New Orleans, slow roll,
Slow roll in between.
Every mile, every mile I move,
Brings me a little closer back to you.
Miles and miles, river wide, you on the other side.
I hear your voice in the breeze,
Through the cane and cypress trees.
From Baton Rouge down to New Orleans, low hum, low hum,