This river ain't crooked, but she sure ain't straight She sings the songs of broken banjos and forgotten fields. She sings for poor mountain people kicked out of their homes She sings the song of the Cherokee, carries their blood downstream She sings Jesus our savior will protect you, and more. She sings over rocks, roots and litter. She sings for these mountains, for as long as these mountains drain. She's just trying to wash our sins away trying to wash our sins away.