There is a river runnin' through this town. It carries the water. There isn't any way to slow it down Or make it stop. I was a baby when the big bridge fell. So I don't remember. but I have listened to the stories well. and so I know they were falling to the surface. They were calling to their God. and their cry was Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us-save us. Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying.
Fishing for luck beneath the bridge that day. A man in his eighties. He saw it happen and began to pray. As he dove in, He found a mother and her baby boy. They both wouldn't make it. The mama handed him her only joy. He took the child - then he was swimming like he was twenty. He made shoreline then he died. And his thoughts were..
Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us - save us
Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying. He was crying.
I miss my mother and the brave old man. Though I never knew them. They are the soul inside the man i am. I bare their dreams. and I am walking in their footsteps. I am talking to their God. And my cry is..
Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us - save us
Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us
Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us - save us
Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying. We're all crying.
There is a river runnin' through this town. I tcarries the water. There isn't any way to slow it down. Or make it stop.
