Bob Weir - One more river to cross

T^Dhe chiggles, the bristles, t^Ghe wide Ri^Do Grande ^GOne more ri^Aver to cr^Doss T^Dhe road running wild through the cot^Gtonwood ^Dstand ^GOne more r^Aiver to c^Dross

I^Bm tried to be good for mo^Dst of my life Ne^Bmver done wrong when I kn^Dew what was right S^Do when I cross over, my ^Gheart will be l^Dight ^GOne more r^Aiver to cr^Doss

^DI was twelve when I first crossed the Cum^Gberland^D Gap ^GOne more riv^Aer to cr^Doss ^DAnd except for in memory, I never lo^Goked b^Dack ^GOne more riv^Aer to cros^Ds

Th^Bme Snake and the Sand, the Pri^Dest, the Payette Th^Bme Willow, the Bravo, the ^DSan Bernadette I'^Dm tired, but I still got one l^Geft in me y^Det O^Gne more riv^Aer to cros^Ds

^DMy one true companion is ^Gcarrying m^De ^GOne more riv^Aer to cro^Dss ^DAnd when I cross over, he'll g^Go running f^Dree ^GOne more riv^Aer to cro^Dss

O^Bmut where the (dance?) and (hills^D?) run wild T^Bmhrough endless green valleys, till o^Dne day it finds A^D river and crossing it ba^Gck to my ^Dside O^Gne more riv^Aer to cro^Dss

^DA river and crossing it b^Gack to my ^Dside ^GOne more riv^Aer to cro^Dss ^GOne more riv^Aer to cro^Dss ^GOne more riv^Aer to cro^Dss