RichardMarx

Hazard

MymothercametohazardwhenIwasjustseven

Eventhenthefolksintownsaidwithprejudicedeyes

Thatboy‘snotright

ThreeyearsagowhenIcametoknowMary

Firsttimethatsomeonelookedbeyondtherumorsandthelies

Andsawthemaninside

Weusedtowalkdownbytheriver

Shelovedtowatchthesungodown

Weusedtowalkalongtheriver

Anddreamourwayoutofthistown

NooneunderstoodwhatIfeltforMary

Noonecareduntilthenightshewentoutwalkingalone

Andnevercamehome

Manwithabadgecameknockingnextmorning

HerewasIsurroundedbyathousandfingerssuddenly

Pointedrightatme

IswearIleftherbytheriver

IswearIlefthersafeandsound

Ineedtomakeittotheriver

AndleavethisoldNebraskatown

Ithinkaboutmylifegoneby

Andhowit‘sdonemewrong

There‘snoescapeformethistime

Allofmyrescuesaregone,longgone

IswearIleftherbytheriver

IswearIlefthersafeandsound

Ineedtomakeittotheriver

AndleavethisoldNebraskatown