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Crows calling in the distance                                                 
feathered allies of gloom
looking forward to a feast
on a bleached-bone afternoon
‚Let's call it a day’ the sheriff states
resigned and shaken to the core
No one here knows the name of the girl
the Red River washed ashore

Her padre was a narco  
a gambler and a crook
he tried to stiff the wrong guys 
and soon was gone for good 
Her madre tried to save her
from ending up as drug-lord's whore
No one knows the name of the girl 
the Red River washed ashore

Her mama gave her all her savings 
said: girl you need to go north
go to the land of plenty
and do a rich man‘s chores 
She felt drawn to Paris Texas
said she’d heard of Paris before
but no one knows the name of the girl
the Red River washed ashore

The man in the truck loved hunting
made a living in real estate
he really thought it‘s a deer
when he sealed the skinny girl‘s fate
He didn‘t want any trouble
sank her body, didn‘t care anymore 
and no one knows the name of the girl
the Red River washed ashore

The night falls on Grayson County
and the skies turn to indigo
The crows have fallen asleep 
in the moonlight’s mysterious glow
A deer is grazing in the field
where the gunner made his score
and the wind whispers the name of the girl
the Red River washed ashore