(Updated 3/4/2021: Friend of the blog Steven Semeraro pointed out that while Mary was 17 when they met, the narrator is likely eighteen by implication. I’ve updated some timing references accordingly.)

What’s worse than a lie?

That’s the question that lingers long after “The River” fades to black.

We’ll answer that question, but we have some ground to cover first.

We last pulled at this particular thread in last month’s exploration of “Oh Angelyne.” (I recommend reading or re-reading that one before going any further, because it contains 80% of the backstory for “The River.”)

When we left Bruce, he had just hit upon the missing ingredient in his nascent masterpiece: the metaphor.

He already had his characters and storyline, and they were very close to the ones featured in “The River.” Trapped in a loveless marriage, haunted by the memory of happier days, and frustrated at his lot in life, our narrator feels old before his time and longs for escape in the form of his mistress, Angelyne.

But then Bruce hit upon inspiration in the guise of the great Hank Williams. Bruce insists that it was Hank’s “My Bucket’s Got a Hole In It” that provided the final creative spark for “The River,” but it’s at least as likely that he drew from “Long Gone Lonesome Blues” as well. Because the first verse of the latter song sounds strikingly familiar:

I went down to the river to watch the fish swim by
But I got to the river so lonesome I wanted to die
And then I jumped in the river, but the doggone river was dry

It wasn’t the first time Bruce employed a river metaphor in his songwriting–heck, it wasn’t even the first time he did so in a song title. But the river metaphor in “The River” proved deeper and more pliable than he’d been able to achieve before, and Bruce knew he was on to something.

He ditched his original title temptress along with the notion of escape. After all, he realized, if you’re haunted by the ghost of lost love, the last thing you want to do is escape it. What you really want to do is reclaim it.

And now we arrive at “The River” in its final form.

If you were a Springsteen fan at the time, you likely not only heard it in advance of its studio debut, you probably also saw it.

Because believe it or not, Bruce’s debut performance of “The River”–filmed more than a year before it debuted on the album of the same name–marked the very first time a live Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band song ever appeared on film. It was a highlight of No Nukes, a documentary of the famous two-night Musicians United for Safe Energy concert event from September 1979.

Let’s watch that powerful performance below, and remember: this was the very first time Bruce had ever performed “The River” in public.

Bruce had recorded the song not even one month before. He took the band into the studio to record “The River” immediately after he finished writing (and re-titling) it in August. It didn’t take long to settle on a completed take, and for a month or so, “The River” was almost the centerpiece of a single-disc album called  The Ties That Bind.

Neither the album nor the track saw the light of day at the time, but more than thirty-five years later, Bruce finally released both as part of his anniversary box set for The River.

Many fans don’t realize it, but the version of “The River” that’s included on the single-disc version is a different mix. Listen below to the original, unreleased (at the time) take…

…and now compare it with the version that was released on The River in late 1980. Among the subtle differences, notice that The Ties That Bind version is brighter, with Max’s percussion notably higher in the mix. The version on The River, by contrast, is more muted. (It also features harmony overdubs in the outro missing from the earlier version.)

Let’s dig into the song itself. (Either version works fine for this part.)

The first thing we notice about “The River” is its introduction. Bruce does double duty on both acoustic guitar and harmonica in his most cinematic overture since “Jungleland.” It’s rural and rustic and nostalgic, accomplishing more without words than Bruce could accomplish with them.

We meet our narrator next; he introduces himself to us just like he did in “Oh Angelyne,” but he spends less time telling us about himself and introduces us to Mary right away.

I come from down in the valley where mister when you’re young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen
We’d ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

Bruce will eventually clue us into his narrator’s occupation, but he wisely chooses to delay that piece of information. What’s important in this first verse is that he’s following in his father’s footsteps, living someone else’s life, not his own.

As for Mary, we never really learn anything about her in either version of the song, but that’s okay. In “The River,” Mary is only important (to us) for what she represents: youth, freedom, love, and promise.

Before we move on, let’s take a moment to appreciate how Bruce pauses the song at the end of the verse just long enough for us to understand that our narrator is losing himself in memory. It’s just one of several subtle but terrifically effective devices in “The River.”

Now we arrive at the chorus, the last element of “The River” to take shape. It’s only two lines, but it completely transforms and elevates the song.

We’d go down to the river and into the river we’d dive
Oh down to the river we’d ride

With this first chorus, Bruce introduces the river as a metaphor for hope and dreams long before he ever wrote about a land of them. Our narrator and Mary swim in that river of dreams. They bathe in it, and they drink deeply from its intoxicating waters.

Bruce concludes Act I with a healthy dose of reality. Young love leads to lasting consequences, as it often does, and Mary becomes pregnant only months, perhaps a year into their relationship.

Then I got Mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle, no flowers no wedding dress

That night we went down to the river and into the river we’d dive
Oh down to the river we did ride

That flash-forward is a small but significant detail. We’ll circle back around to it, but for now let’s just note that it’s important that our young lovers had that time together before adulthood and parenthood laid their claim.

Immediately, our heroes do the right thing: they marry in a civil ceremony that’s the complete opposite of the celebration they’d dreamed of, and whatever our narrator’s career ambitions were before no longer matter.

That night, the honeymooners take one last trip to the river together. Well, the last one that Bruce chronicles, at least. There were probably more, but each time the river was a little drier, a little lower, a little more remote. Just like their dreams and promises.

In Act II, we fast forward again. Bruce doesn’t tell us how much time has passed, but we get the sense that it’s been years since their last trip to the river together. Our narrator is an early victim of the newly receding economy, and his inability to provide for his family means what few dreams they’d managed to hold on to all these years continue to be compromised away.

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain’t been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important, well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don’t remember, Mary acts like she don’t care

“All them things” is a surprisingly dismissive description for their grand plans together, but we quickly learn their callousness is just an act. He remembers, and she cares.

What follows next is one of Bruce Springsteen’s most powerful passages on record.

Having conditioned us with a standard verse/chorus arrangement, Bruce suddenly breaks the pattern with an extra verse, raising both the key and the emotional stakes.

But I remember us riding in my brother’s car, her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I’d lie awake and pull her close just to feel each breath she’d take
Now those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true or is it something worse

A far cry from the prior verse’s vague descriptions, this last passage is chock full of vivid detail. The contrast tells us something important: our narrator is a man who lives in the past, and the past is so overwhelming to him that his voice cracks with emotion.

Unable to appreciate his present circumstances, his inner life is more vivid than his outer one. And while his blissful first year with Mary may now be a distant memory, it’s a memory that hasn’t even begun to fade.

And that’s a curse indeed.

Which brings us, finally, to the central question of “The River”: Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true, or is it something worse?

What’s worse than what might have been? Answer: what once was true, but no longer is.

For that first year, our lovers drank deeply from the river. They lived their dreams, and aspired to more. And then they were careless, and they watched their dreams slip away.

It wasn’t a lie, because lies are things told to us by other people. It wasn’t a broken promise or a betrayal.

It was simply a mistake, and it cost them everything. That’s what’s worse than a lie–the knowledge that the only one you can blame for your loss is yourself.

Bruce returns us to one final chorus now, and even before we hear it, we know what’s coming.

That sends me down to the river, though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river, my baby and I
Oh down to the river we ride

It’s easy to focus on the first two lines, since they drive home the metaphor via the dry river, now empty of hope, dreams and solace.

But if we dismiss the last two lines as inconsequential, we miss one final, compelling detail: the river may be dry, but our heroes still visit it together–forever in search of some way to relight the flame that once warmed them.

It’s a hauntingly beautiful (and beautifully haunting) finale that stays with us throughout the long, wordless coda.

By now, after our two-installment examination, it should be clear that like many fans, I consider “The River” to rank among Bruce’s best and most powerful songs.

So keep that in mind when I add: it’s also one of his most callow.

At the age of thirty, Bruce hadn’t yet come to terms with marriage. As an emerging rock star still on the ascent, marriage and its accompanying responsibilities represented a threat to an itinerant musician  with Peter Pan syndrome. He’d already seen too many of his former bandmates and cohorts settle down and abandon their own quests for fame.

As we discussed in “Oh Angelyne,” Bruce’s original inspiration for “The River” was the early marriage and subsequent struggles of his younger sister and brother-in-law. Of course he was going to treat that situation as a tragedy.

I’m not saying “The River” isn’t a powerful and gorgeously constructed song–there’s no question about that. And I’m not dismissing the emotional impact of giving up on your dreams, whether individual or shared.

But the idea that our narrator would be so consumed by the loss of young love so many years later strikes me as something only a young songwriter would invent. Adulthood and parenthood may rob us, but they gift us as well, and it takes some maturity and life experience to realize that.

Bruce accumulated that experience and maturity over the years, and if we flash forward three decades to Working on a Dream, we arrive at an album full of songs more nuanced and more colorful, richer in emotional detail and with shades of appreciation that can only come on the other side of life and love experience. (There’s no way, for example, that we can imagine Bruce writing something like “Kingdom of Days” at age thirty.)

“The River” is a wonderful song that resonated with me powerfully when I first discovered love, and less so with each passing anniversary. My wife and I laugh sometimes about the life we planned for ourselves, a life that never came close to coming true. We might occasionally get a bit wistful about it, but there’s not a thing we’d change.

I suspect Bruce’s sister and brother-in-law feel the same way.

Or to put it another way: a dream isn’t a lie if it don’t come true, but that doesn’t mean it has to be something worse. As the songwriter penned on the same album, we grow up… and dream again.


“The River” is one of Bruce’s most well-known and well-loved songs. With no less than six official studio releases and four official live releases, it shouldn’t surprise that it’s also one of his most-performed songs.

To date, Bruce has performed “The River” in concert a mind-boggling 683 times, which makes it virtually impossible to select just a few to represent his best.

So instead, I’ll shine a spotlight on how the song has evolved over the years, starting with its first tour outing in 1980, which featured an extended (and unnecessary) piano introduction.

Far more successful was the introduction to Bruce’s Reunion Tour arrangement. For three gorgeous minutes, first Clarence and then Bruce and Roy conjured the narrator’s loneliness and let it wash over us. By the time Bruce’s familiar vocals start, we’re already mourning our loss.

“The River” has always been a delicate song; when performing it with the E Street Band, Bruce takes care with the arrangement lest the band overpower. But on his solo acoustic tours, Bruce is able to stretch a bit, and this acoustic arrangement from 1996 (accompanied by a mostly unseen Soozie Tyrell) is one of my favorites.

“The River” was a regular feature on Bruce’s 2005 acoustic tour as well, but this time he performed at the piano, with a haunting falsetto.

But my favorite arrangement (right up there with the Reunion Tour) is Bruce’s Irish-influenced arrangement from 2006. “The River” never sounded more cinematic.

The River
Recorded:
August 26, 1979 – April 1980
Released: The River (1980), Greatest Hits (1995), The Essential Bruce Springsteen (2003), Chapter and Verse (2016)
First performed: September 21, 1979 (New York City, NY)
Last performed: July 25, 2021 (Monza, Italy)

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6 Replies to “Roll of the Dice: The River”

  1. I started to play guitar 1985 because this song. Now I teach inmates in prison to play the guitar (as a part of my job) as I work as a prison chaplain. This song got me far enough.

  2. This has been my favorite song of all time since 1985 when I first heard it on the Live box set. To me, for years I thought the ‘river’ mentioned was all metaphor and not necessarily about an actual aquatic feature of the earth, not knowing maybe he was actually referencing the Manasquan River and reservoir hear his hometown. As you relate in many of these blogs, it seems like it has been tough to pin down Bruce (or any artist, for that matter) to provide concrete details to how this song was constructed and its meaning other than an ode to Ginny and Mickey. Alas, I had not heard about Oh, Angelyne until yesterday, so I guess I am not the authority I thought I was on this song. And the metaphor I drew from the song was not necessarily a ‘river of life’ or a ‘river of dreams’, but actually a river of tears. I thought ‘going down to the river’ was more a euphemism of crying and hysterics, really, despite the references to the more tangible ‘banks’ and ‘reservoir’. The song is dotted with terms and allusions that seem to affirm that, including the coda; and tears are water also! [sic]. I guess I was wrong, as neither the artist nor anyone with even peripheral inside access to the song has ever lent it that context whatsoever. Some people say a great song need not have a universal tenet to glean from it, but there sure is a lot of pointed and adamant conjecture bandied about when a song has more than one meaning and the artist enables the debate. Thanks again for your insight into Bruce’s catalogue; it is excellent reading that doesn’t seem to necessarily rehash what everyone already knows.

  3. But for the grace of God (or whatever you believe) goes any one of us, to some “river” somewhere to try to swallow something no one told us was going to happen.

    By far the scariest Springsteen song ever, even harder than “Reason to Believe”, because at the end, when the river is dry, there isn’t.

    And it doesn’t matter if you really do “remember ” or, if you’re Mary, really do “care” because there’s nothing there except “something worse”. And who wants to take on that?

    Hearing this when I was 17 with a cute girlfriend and dreams of my own really struck something that hasn’t left since (over 40 years)

    Thanks for the essay and comments. Can’t possibly love any music any more.

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