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

By del rios song.......oh, del rio
Del rios song..........oh, del rio
Del rios song..........oh, del rio
Del rios song..........oh, del rio

When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
I think youd know enough

To call in touch that outer frame
The inner gain, a sullen gulch
Which opens up on the way to blindmans bluff

A suburb now of river roads
Where quandry and sublime improve
The sight whose imagery
Is sometimes that of fear

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

By del rios song.......oh, del rio
Del rios song..........oh, del rio
Del rios song..........oh, del rio
Del rios song..........oh, del rio

When time gets slow, and rivers freeze
I think youd know enough

To shut the gates of walled town walls
And putting up some good rum punch
Forget the way to blindmans 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
Its 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

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

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

By del rios song.......oh, del rio
Del rios song..........oh, del rio
Del rios song..........oh, del rio
Del rios song..........oh, del rio