The weather finally broke in the middle of april Jacob loaded up his wagon with last years furs. He'd have to make the trip alone 'cause it would be too risky For his pretty wife sarah and the unborn child she carried with her.
It took three weeks to reach the mississippi ribbon And he turned south toward new orleans For a boy from the mountains it was easy to get caught up In the sights and sounds of the city And the things he'd never seen.
And the river rolls on Like an endless river The sun light glistens on the rocks below He can hear her voice in the rippling water Saying please be home before the cold winds blow.
He fell in With a bad companion Said give me your money or I'll take your life Jacob drew his pistol and in less than a heart beat The stranger lay dead on the floor and someone had to pay the price.
And after three long years in a Louisiana prison He stands on the hill that overlooks his farm With his woman by his side thanks god for his blessings And most of all for the blonde hair child resting in his arms.