Rowboat

Trouble arise, arise
that woman is blood under my skin
I want to let go, let go
but I don't know how to begin
Mama said son, oh son
you never was one to listen to me
But you gotta be strong, be strong
all on your own to be free
Now the river is, river is wide, wide
yeah and it's deep and cold
Well the river runs, river runs high
calling my soul
And the river is, river is
heeding the call of the distant tide
Now I go to the river
down to the river when troubles arise
Now I carry myself, myself down to the shore
with a big black bag
In my old rowboat, rowboat
I'm pushing off of the sand
And the water is fast, so fast
I'm out in the current, breaking free
As I empty that bag of her love letters
and send them down to the sea
Now the river is deep and wide, wide
yeah, and the bottom's cold.
Can't forgive her no more, no more
so I will free my soul
Now her letters they travel one by one
down to the tide and the foam
And the river it cries that
sooner or later, we all go home