I’m 8 days out on a 30 day ride
workin’ on the river and it’s cold outside
when the works all done and there’s nothin’ to do
I think about my life
and I think of you
I wanna’ go home but I really need the money
I’m lonely now and I miss you honey
it’s 2 a.m. as the fog rolls in
I can’t see the land but I know where I’ve been
you can have my car and pawn your ring
you can have it all
take everything
I gave you my soul when I said 'I do'
but I guess it didn’t mean that much to you
so I’m 8 days days on a 30 day ride
workin’ on the river and it’s cold outside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This would make a good song. Good job. Sincerely, Connie Webb