I will place my backside on a five-gallon pail
just to stare at a hole in the lake
for the better part of a whole day.
And I will walk through the snow to town
five miles up, five miles down
to try and bring back my river gal
the one that makes my heart beat loud.
All the way from the Washburn County line.
So I've got someone who says she's mine.
Loneliness never felt too good
until you know it's fleeting like you knew it was
and it no longer takes sleep
to get your mind off what it didn't need.
Far off in the distance my eyes see
chimney smoke from a cabin nestled in the trees
phonograph plays my favorite tune
river gal's a-coming soon.
All the way from the Washburn County line.
So I've got someone who says she's mine.