(Chely Wright)      On a Friday night where I grew up   There ain't a whole lot you can do   The same ole' faces the same ole' places   Ain't nothin' ever new.      After the football game we'd hang around   The high school parking lot   Then we'd pile into a couple of cars   And head off to our favorite spot.      Down to the river   We went to the river.      My sophomore year was a carbon copy   Of the ones that came before   'Til a night in late November   That shook us all down to the core.      We'd won the game by twenty points   Couldn't wait to celebrate   But our lead car was goin' way too fast   They never even hit the breaks.   They went into the river   Deep in the river.      We buried Laurie Mabrey   In the clothes she'd been wearin'   Her cheerleader outfit never looked   So out of place.      That sweater adn that pleated skirt   Of blue adn white and crimson   Just didn't belong in that shiny sliver case      I moved here to Nashville   On May 12th of '89   And I started gettin' letters once a week   From this friend of mine.      I'd gone to school with Christine Thuro   From kindergarten on   She'd say hang in there 'cause.      I just know you're gonna be a star   She and her boyfriend and a couple of kids   I guess she met through him   Set out for the Marais Des Cygne   To try to cool off by takin' a swim.      There'd been a lot of rain that summer   And the current was too strong   I heard that they did all they could   But christine she was gone.      Into the river   She died there in the river.      I was baptized in that same water   Gave my soul to Jesus   How can such a peaceful place   Be filled with so much pain.      'Cause two young mothers lost their daughters   Right there for no reason   I swear I'll never go down there again.      Back to the river.   That mean ole' river.   That beautiful river.   That damn ole' river.   That damn ole' river...