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| Well he packed up his suitcase 'Cause the deal gone down She was slipping on her stockings Lord it made the sweetest sound There was a baby in the reeds Along the river outside of town As he wound his pocket watch To set time spinnin' 'em all around Wasn't long they'd be forgetting This old rainy Texas day Little fella wasn't meant For this old world anyway Gambling and whoring Hiding from plain view Tell me which one of us rounders Would you trust this poor child to You just roll on cold river Wash little Moses down We've got business to attend to In Chicago town In Chicago town Well they rolled out of Austin On some kind of cattle train She'd been with him for a year Didn't know his second name He worked the small towns hustling nine ball She hooked the truck stops too They were trying to make Chicago Before the winter come blowing through Some trucker sprang a leak In California they supposed Started working Arizona Lord she missed the bloody rose They rambled through the southwest Making money and making time But they never could find no help Not a doctor, not that kind You just roll on cold river Wash little Moses down We've got business to attend to In Chicago town In Chicago town Some women love their babies Some women won't have one Some Texas woman found him And we're still on the run The kind of life we're living He'd only slow us down Ain't good for nothing anyway Just rambling town to town You just roll on cold river Wash little Moses down We've got business to attend to In Chicago town In Chicago town Well he unpacked his suitcase She pulled her stockings down Dreaming up a pool hall And shooting up a round She thought about tomorrow When the money rolled around That night they slept like babies In Chicago town |