I never had no regrets, boys; Not for nothing I've done. I owed the devil some debts, boys, Paid them all up but one. And I don't even regret the living That I'll be leaving behind. I've gotten weary of searching For something I couldn't find.
I'm going down to the shade By the river one more time, And feel the breeze on my face before I die. I'm gonna leave whatever's left of my luck to the losers, Then bend me down and kiss the world goodbye.
Come to lucky-in-lovin' I never had no complaints. They never said I was evil, But then, I wasn't no saint. I'm just a river that rolled forever And never got to the sea. I ain't blaming nobody; I had it coming to me.
I'm going down to the shade By the river one more time, And feel the breeze on my face before I die. I'm gonna leave whatever's left Of my luck to the losers, Then bend me down, and kiss the world goodbye.