Текст пісні
From a phone booth in Des Moines, down to his last coin
He placed a call across the Sweetgrass Hills
And her voice crossed over the miles, through the telephone wires
She always took the edge off his chills
There's a norther' blowin' in, I missed the short go again
There's too much space between me and you
I'll run this one through, to tell you the truth
I miss the Battle River and you
When his name came around, he was nowhere to be found
His trailer pulled out some time ago
Well that don't sound like him, but then again
I guess he'd be about half way home by now
His wheels they hit the gravel, the cattle got a rattle
Her light from the window was shinin' through
He said, "I drove the whole night through, to tell you the truth
I miss the Battle River and you"
They walked for a long time, all along the fenceline
And down to the bridge in the aspen trees
The waters they roll away, but he's here to stay
All them rough stock horses set him free
Sometimes you choose what you do, sometimes it chooses you
But take a chance that'll never come again
I hummed and I rattled it through, to tell you the truth
I miss the Battle River and you
I miss the Battle River and you