The River

Kneeling down by the river, another day panning for gold Can't even remember what I got to sell my soul Well it's all kinda blurry, can't see through the haze So I'm down on my knees just praying for better days Well I know it wasn't love, and I know it wasn't money It might as well been liquor cause my head feels kinda funny And I know it wasn't strength, and I know it wasn't power Cause I'm going blind getting weaker by the hour Oh it must have been the river Cause it keeps calling me back home, back home Every ripple's just another memory, every wave's another sweet song Bout the years gone by and the tales of right and wrong So looked into the water Yeah I looked down deep And then the darkness looked back And said, "Your soul is mine to keep!" So I jumped into that shameful cold Wrestled old man river for my sinful soul As he dragged me to the bottom I lost my last breath So I put him in a stranglehold And I dug him out of that deep dark cold And I ripped my spirit from his withered hands Oh, you can't trust that river If he's calling you, you best just walk on by, walk on by Breathing hard by the river, crawling away from the shore Ain't gonna turn my back on the river no more