From a phone booth in Des Moines down to his last coin
He placed a call across the Sweetgrass Hills
And her voice crossed over the miles through the telephone wire
And she always took the edge off his chill
âThereâs a Norther blowinâ in I missed the short go again
And thereâs too much space between me and you
Iâve run this one through and to tell you the truth
I miss the Battle River and you
When his name came around he was nowhere to be found
His trailer pulled out some time ago
That donât sound like him, but then again
I guess heâd be about halfway home by now
His wheels they hit the gravel, the cattle guard rattled
Her light from the window was shining through
He said âI drove the whole night through, to tell you the truth
I missed the Battle River and you
They walked for a long time all along the fenceline
And down to the bridge in the Aspen trees
The waters they roll away but heâs here to stay
All them roughstock horses set him free
Sometimes you choose what you do and sometimes it chooses you
But take a chance thatâll never come again
I hung and I rattled it through but to tell you the truth
I missed the Battle River and you