TITLE: Cold Missouri Waters


My name is Dodge, but then you know that
It's written on the chart there at the foot end of the bed
They think I'm blind, I can't read it
I've read it every word, and every word it says is death
So, Confession - is that the reason that you came
Get it off my chest before I check out of the game
Since you mention it, well there's thirteen things I'll name
Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri waters 

/ D - Bm - / G - D A / : / Bm - G D / Bm - G A /
   / Bm - G D / Em G A Bm / 

   August 'Forty-Nine, north Montana
   The hottest day on record, the forest tinder dry
   Lightning strikes in the mountains
   I was crew chief at the jump base, I prepared the boys to fly
   Pick the drop zone, C-47 comes in low
   Feel the tap upon your leg that tells you go
   See the circle of the fire down below
   Fifteen of us dropped above the cold Missouri waters 

   Gauged the fire, I'd seen bigger
   So I ordered them to sidehill and we'd fight it from below
   We'd have our backs to the river
   We'd have it licked by morning even if we took it slow
   But the fire crowned, jumped the valley just ahead
   There was no way down, headed for the ridge instead
   Too big to fight it, we'd have to fight that slope instead
   Flames one step behind above the cold Missouri waters 

   Sky had turned red, smoke was boiling
   Two hundred yards to safety, death was fifty yards behind
   I don't know why I just thought it
   I struck a match to waist high grass running out of time
   Tried to tell them, Step into this fire I set
   We can't make it, this is the only chance you'll get
   But they cursed me, ran for the rocks above instead
   I lay face down and prayed above the cold Missouri waters 

   And when I rose, like the phoenix
   In that world reduced to ashes there were none but two survived
   I stayed that night and one day after
   Carried bodies to the river, wonder how I stayed alive
   Thirteen stations of the cross to mark to their fall
   I've had my say, I'll confess to nothing more
   I'll join them now, those that left me long before
   Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri waters
   Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri shore