I've lived upon
The edge of chance
For twenty years or more

And this is what my friends all mean

By del rio's song.......oh, del rio

Del rio's song..........oh, del rio
Del rio's song..........oh, del rio
Del rio's song..........oh, del rio


When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
I think you'd know enough


To call in touch that outer frame
The inner gain, a sullen gulch

Which opens up on the way to blindman's bluff

A suburb now of river roads

Where quandry and sublime improve
The sight whose imagery
Is sometimes that of fear


I've lived upon
The edge of chance

For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean


By del rio's song.......oh, del rio
Del rio's song..........oh, del rio
Del rio's song..........oh, del rio

Del rio's song..........oh, del rio

When time gets slow, and rivers freeze

I think you'd know enough

To shut the gates of walled town walls



And putting up some good rum punch

Forget the way to blindman's bluff

So packed with eyes

That glow like coals
And pointing towards the north
Oh my boat left new orleans in 1829!


Hey! hey! hey! hey!


My destination is a secret
And the doctrine is soft
And just between the verse and me

It's a place where you can see
Lost, last and luminous
Scored to sky yet never found

Relics of jewels
And ant-track tools
A true ghost dance

Rehearsal ground

I've lived upon

The edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean


I've lived upon
The edge of chance

For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean


By del rio's song.......oh, del rio
Del rio's song..........oh, del rio
Del rio's song..........oh, del rio

Del rio's song..........oh, del rio