Cold Missouri Waters
    * (Words & music James Keelaghan)
      My name is Dodge, but then you know that
      It's written on the chart there at the foot end of the bed
      They think I'm blind, I can't read it
      I've read it every word, and every word it says is death
      So, Confession - is that the reason that you came
      Get it off my chest before I check out of the game
      Since you mention it, well there's thirteen things I'll name
      Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri waters
      August 'Forty-Nine, north Montana
      The hottest day on record, the forest tinder dry
      Lightning strikes in the mountains
      I was crew chief at the jump base, I prepared the boys to fly
      Pick the drop zone, C-47 comes in low
      Feel the tap upon your leg that tells you go
      See the circle of the fire down below
      Fifteen of us dropped above the cold Missouri waters
      Gauged the fire, I'd seen bigger
      So I ordered them to sidehill and we'd fight it from below
      We'd have our backs to the river
      We'd have it licked by morning even if we took it slow
      But the fire crowned, jumped the valley just ahead
      There was no way down, headed for the ridge instead
      Too big to fight it, we'd have to fight that slope instead
      Flames one step behind above the cold Missouri waters
      Sky had turned red, smoke was boiling
      Two hundred yards to safety, death was fifty yards behind
      I don't know why I just thought it
      I struck a match to waist high grass running out of time
      Tried to tell them, Step into this fire I set
      We can't make it, this is the only chance you'll get
      But they cursed me, ran for the rocks above instead
      I lay face down and prayed above the cold Missouri waters
      And when I rose, like the phoenix
      In that world reduced to ashes there were none but two survived
      I stayed that night and one day after
      Carried bodies to the river, wonder how I stayed alive
      Thirteen stations of the cross to mark to their fall
      I've had my say, I'll confess to nothing more
      I'll join them now, because they left me long before
      Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri waters
      Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri shore