|: There's a river, a river, a muddy muddy river
that rolls right by my door :|
There sits my woman, don't think she ain't
a little bit of devil, a little bit of saint
I wanna kiss her, but I know I can't
|: 'cross the muddy muddy muddy muddy river :|
There sits my woman on the other side,
crying tears that she can't hide
I can't walk and I can't ride
'cross the muddy muddy muddy muddy river.
There sits my woman, she knows I'm late
Hope her love don't turn to hate
Just how long will a woman wait
on a muddy muddy muddy muddy river.