From the recording Blue Book
We were driving back from a little tour with Vic and Ryan. Somewhere in West Texas, it started snowing. I just got to thinking about the drifting snow and the Spanish moss and it ended up whirling around in my mind and this song came out. If there is more to the story, well, you should be able to listen to the song and find out. otherwise I have failed as a writer!
Lyrics
drifting west through the snow a little to the right of Mexico leaving your weeping swamps behind worry hanging like moss on my mind I can't help it; I move too slow looking over my shoulder I see something heavy in tow some things we carry some things we must let go you lose pieces of your heart but you might find pieces of your soul would you go back if you could would it do you any good there's trouble new and trouble old here's so many stories that don't get told we can't help it; we move too slow looking over your shoulder don't you see something heavy in tow? some things we carry some things we must let go you lose pieces of your heart but you might find pieces of your soul when the rain came down on your that rain came down upon me too watching that muddy water rise I got some of that water still in my eyes the Whiskey River follows you the Colorado she can't be true the Sabine she'll tear us apart the Mississippi will steal your heart she can't help it; she moves so slow looking every which way I see something heavy in tow some things we carry some things we must let go you lose pieces of your heart but you might find pieces of your soul