Mary Heather Hickman

Lyrics

Ouachita River
Mary Heather Hickman, Stefanie Joyce
Jack Williams worked a ferry on the Ouachita river line 5.65 an hour, he hauled them people side to side
Our love was a rush like a flood in the spring
Our love was enough till the bridge came
Jack Williams took to drinkin and givin me black eyes
Around that time I reckoned, Jack wasn’t quite my type
I could’ve called the law, I could’ve up and left
But I took some rope and a bag of stones, and I tied him up instead
Run river run, cover up what I’ve done
Carry away what’s left of that sinner
There’s secrets in the Arkansas sand, mud on my boots, blood on my hands And a body at the bottom of the Ouachita river
Spring turned into summer, and Jack was never found
I guess the Bradley County sheriff didn’t miss havin’ him around Now I walk across that bridge with a big smile on my face
And I throw some yellow roses on Jack Williams’ grave
Run river run, cover up what I’ve done
Carry away what’s left of that sinner
There’s secrets in the Arkansas sand, mud on my boots, blood on my hands And a body at the bottom of the Ouachita river
That bridge did him in, in more ways than one Ten feet of muddy water ‘tween Jack and the sun That bridge did him in, in more ways than one Ten feet of muddy water ‘tween Jack and the sun
Run river run, cover up what I’ve done
Carry away what’s left of that sinner
There’s secrets in the Arkansas sand, mud on my boots, blood on my hands And a body at the bottom of the Ouachita river