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.