Still life with an empty bottle
Six girls in a trance
I'm standing alone in high water
And dreaming of Paris France

The preacher he went fishing
To tell the river lies
My best friend she eat next to nothing
And least nothing with eyes

She always been the kind of woman
To tell the world what she believes
And she never contribute to nobody's problem
No baby tugging at her sleeves

Roll river roll
Roll river roll
You're going I don't know

Well, whatever became of Katie Downs
Her eyes as green as gold
Like some immortal, autumnal warbler
She never will get old

And Herbie played a tune called Watermelon Man
When no one would open their eyes
And The New York Times wrote something about how he/she
Never took his eyes off the prize
Me I defend all the ridges
Where Apollo will touch down
I discovered the land with all the pitches
The only place I can drink from the ground

Roll river roll
Roll river roll
Where you're going I don't know