From the recording Marks on the Wall MP3
Red River – Written by Shannon Clark
Josie never had much just a knack for having kids
Had herself a simple man and a farm that they could tend To make ends meet they’d sell a little shine
Right down that red river to the north KY pines
Run, Red River, Run
The Pastor of the town had no room for sin
Turned the law to her door and sent him up for 10
Why oh why lord would the Pastor be the one?
Things get a little complicated between a father and son.
Red dirt girls never stand a chance
They Came for the kids, the plow and the land
When they found her, laughing no longer Josephine.
Right in front of the Preachers house with a can a gasoline.
Let the Record Show I barely knew the man
The courtroom was quiet as the neighbor to the stand
Not saying she’s right that’s for the Lord to find
If it were me It would of lit like the 4th of July
End- The Things we do in secret, my hand up on my gun, red river run