Water Under the Bridge

They baptized me one fine day down at the river's edge
All my sins were washed away like water under the bridge
I had a little girl and her eyes were blue, she lived just over the ridge
Her love ran deep and her love ran true like water under the bridge
Sailing away on a paper boat as far as I can go
All the way to New Orleans and the Gulf of Mexico

The river run clear, the river run clean, the river run rough sometime
River run wild and it run serene just like a friend of mine
Tie my troubles in a gunnysack and throw 'em over the edge
Sailing away and I won't be back like water under the bridge
Sailing away on a paper boat as far as I can go
All the way to New Orleans and the Gulf of Mexico

You might be saint, you might be sinner
You might be Billy The Kid
You might crap out or roll a winner
It's water under the bridge
I am sailing away on a paper boat as far as I can go
All the way to New Orleans and the Gulf of Mexico
All the way to New Orleans and the Gulf of Mexico
Sailing away on a paper boat as far as I can go