| | | x4 | | | | | | | | | | I came in three days early To meet my boat It ain’t the life of Riley But it’s keeping me afloat It’s quiet over Christmas If you got no place to go I got my home from river rats The only home I know I found myself a flophouse And I hit the streets at nine Get some grub and drink a beer Maybe go down the line These chips will take your money Shake a young man down It’s the same in every one of these Sorry river towns River towns Sorry river towns River towns River towns Sorry river towns River towns | | | | | | | | | | Well I picked me up a bottle To take back to the room Then I saw a young girl standing In a doorway in the gloom We’d hardly started talking The old scenario And I just let her work me over Down by the Ohio River towns Sorry river towns River towns River towns Sorry river towns River towns | | | x4 | | | | | | | | | | When I asked her if she’d like to stay She was down my stairs so quick I never asked what got her started With the sorry river tricks So I get the bottle open But something’s hit a nerve And I’m looking in the mirror At the face that I deserve River towns Sorry river towns River towns River towns Sorry river towns River towns | | | | | | | | | | | |