WASHING IN THE RIVER

 

The mud waned banks seemed to wander by while

Pushed along on rushes ride

And he sang

He sang of his woe

The weather comes fair and the weather comes foe

Say he's powerful fond of the too and fro

And he sang He sang of his woe

Say'n no mount'a washin' in the river gonna cleanse this soul

 

It take more nerve than can stand a man

To read aloud when he's dealt his hand So he sang

He sang of his woe

 

Singing don't play hooky with a pole cat swinging

On a midnight barge coz you'll end up swimming

For broke

And he sang

He sang of his woe

 

Its a sad thing thinking on a boat whats sinking

What a wretch he made of the things god give him

With nothing to show

He sang

He sang of his woe

Say'n no mount-a washin' in the river gonna cleanse this soul

Wanna mend all my ills for i get too old

 

The mud waned banks seems to heave and sigh

As he passed and loosed his cry

He sang

He sang of his woe

Say'n no mount'a washin' in the river gonna cleanse… this… soul…

 

No washing in the river won't save this soul

Wanna mend my ill's for i get too old

And I'll

Be bathing long

No washing in the river won't save this soul

 

Washing in the river won't cleanse my soul

Mend my ills for i get too old

If my sins run out, then the banks won't hold

So i tried my luck on a white-wash post

Drove the nails home with the saviors ghost

No washing in the river won't save this soul

Washing in the river won't cleanse this soul

Gotta mend my ill's for i get too old

Its a sad thing thinking on a boat whats sinking

What a wretch he made of the things god give him

No washing in the river won't save my soul

No mount'a washing in the river gona' cleanse this….