The Final Miles
David Knopfler
We rolled into the river
The horses drank it dry
It was just above the flood plain
Where we hung out our sign
With no clouds in the valley
And no God on our side
We’d rode the longest distance
But we walked the final miles
The final miles
The final miles
And mama had a black book
We read by candle-light
And from that tiny Bible
I learned to read and write
We were holding out for something
Hoping for good soil
Looking out for our loved ones
And for something more than toil
Something more than toil
And the valley took its victims
It bled the horses dry
We rode the longest distance
But we walked the final miles
The final miles
The final miles
The final miles
