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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Margo Cilker
Margo Cilker
Acoustic Guitar
Sera Cahoone
Sera Cahoone
Drums
Sarah Cilker
Sarah Cilker
Background Vocals
Jason Kardong
Jason Kardong
Pedal Steel Guitar
Rebecca Young
Rebecca Young
Electric Bass Guitar
Mirabai Peart
Mirabai Peart
Violin
Jenny Conlee
Jenny Conlee
Piano
Jenny Conlee-Drizos
Jenny Conlee-Drizos
Piano
Kelly Pratt
Kelly Pratt
Horn
John Askew
John Askew
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Margo Cilker
Margo Cilker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sera Cahoone
Sera Cahoone
Producer
John Askew
John Askew
Mixing Engineer
John Golden
John Golden
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
That river, in the winter
It could fuck me up
Crack my ribs, bust my lip
It could do enough
Were you stayin' in your own lane?
Were you passin' on a steep grade, ah
[Instrumental]
Out drivin' past Minam
When the moon came up
I could see her, I had a fever
Lit by the troubles of love
I was askin' a question, what did she say?
She was answerin' one from yesterday
[Chorus]
Sayin' fortune, it favors the bold
And the far away from home
Ah, ah, ah
[Instrumental]
Jordan Valley, she would gladly
Stop in at Mrs. Z's
With the shepherds and the wreckers
To keep her company
Took a room at the old Basque Hotel
It was a kind of a prayer when her eyelids fell
[Chorus]
One sayin' fortune, it favors the bold
And the far away from home
Ah, ah, ah
[Instrumental]
That river, in the winter
It could fuck me up
Crack my ribs, bust my lip
It could do enough
Written by: Margo Cilker
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