I found the following at mudcat.org: SPOON RIVER by Michael Peter Smith All of the riverboat gamblers are losing their shirts. All of the brave Union soldier boys sleep in the dirt. But you know and I know there never was reason to hurt, When all of our lives were entwined to begin with here in Spoon River. All of the calico dresses, the gingham and lace, Are up in the attic with grandfather's derringer case. There are words whispered down in the parlor, a shadowy face, The morning is heavy with one more beginning here in Spoon River. Come to the dance, Mary Perkins, I like you right well. The Union's preserved, if you listen you hear all the bells. There must be a heaven, God knows that I've seen mostly hell, My rig is outside, come and ride throught the morning here in Spoon River. Copyright 1970, Bird Avenue Publishing (BMI) In a message dated 03/12/03 7:01:58 AM Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: << A friend told me of this song which she sang in college in Madison, Wi. in the 60's or 70's. "SPOON RIVER". It sounds like a Civil War era tune. She sang it as she recalled the notes. She wrote it out from memory as she found no source. It starts--"All of the riverboat gamblers are losin' their shirts, and all of the brave Union soldier boys stand in the dirt. But you know and I know there never was reason to hurt when all of our lives were entwined to begin with right here in Spoon River" I did a quick look in my Fulton Co. material...and" Spoon River Anthology" finding nothing at a glance. ........ each verse ends with .." here in Spoon River". Does this sound famaliar to anyone? Or does anyone know more words? >>