There's an owl sitting down at Mary's place
There she stands focused in a darling way
All the men and the people are gathered around
There's a girl crawling towards the train
And in this part of the story, she loves to win
Oh my bones, they're shackled and shivered and gone
In the part of the river, she holds her own
Oh my bones, they're shackled and shivered and gone
There's a man sitting down on Valley Road
There we play on the trains and the desert rails
There we lost it all in the only light
There are all the bends filling up the shadowed hills
In this part of the story, she loves to win
Oh my bones, they're shackled and shivered and gone
In this part of the river, she holds her own
Oh my bones, they're shackled and shivered and gone
And Shelby, you're sitting all alone
Your lonely and little streets to tell
Dempsey and Gibbons for blood
Champions, Champions
Champions, Champions
Champions, Champions