Red Clay and Riverroads

(five, four, three, two,

one)

Where the ridges break down to the red clay floor

Ashville and Pell City knock on the door

By the deep backwater of the Coosa

stream

There's a phantom living in a digital dream

Oh Lord, can you save us now?

Under the shadow of Blount Mountain's brow

Oh my, oh Lord,

help me

Two-lane blacktop canopy of pine

Tracing down the old historic treaty line Near the dogtrot house where

the ancestors slept While the river kept the secrets that we

kept

Alabama red clay, river run deep

Some are born to run,

some are born to weep (oh help me)

I got five, four,

three, two, one (five,

four, three, two, one) Before the water rises high