Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River
To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols But empty pop bottles was all we would kill. Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel
And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land
Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken
Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man.

We made love In every way love can be made
And we made time Look like time Could never fade
Friday Night We both made the guitars hum Saturday made Sunday feel Like it would never come
Gonna be a long Monday
Sittin' all alone on a mountain By a river that has no end