Lookin’ for a blind man’s cane
Down by the river in the rain
Rattle my ball and chain
Down by the river in the rain

Howlin out your name
Down by the river in the rain
Hangin’ my head in shame
Down by the river in the rain

Wednesday’s child tore the wings off a fly
Thought I saw the devil in a mad dog’s eye

Only myself to blame
Down by the river in the rain
All of those tears in vain
Down by the river in the rain

Hear the whistle of a midnight train
Down by the river in the rain
Sinkin’ in a world of pain
Down by the river in the rain

Sun goes down and moon comes up
Drinkin’ my whisky from an old tin cup
Tossed like a leaf in the storm
Wishin’ I’d never been born

The well went dry, cornfields burned
Creatures headed north bu never returned
Now I can’t pay for all of my sins
Time’s runnin’ out the buckshot wins
Prayin’ to the Lord on bended knees
Nothin’ but the sound of a rustle in the trees

(J. Camilleri / N. Smith – Mushroom Music Publishing / Control )