Well, my name is Darwin LyinAnd I work on the Grand Trunk lineMovin' lumber down at the Muir stationKeeping all of the engines on timeI work for Mr. BlanchardThough I never met the manI take his honest wagesAnd I come home with two tired handsAnd it looks like it's rainingFor the third time todayAnd I pray it keeps coming down'Til the river ('til the river, 'til the river)Takes me awayShe was standing on the platformWith a postcard in her handEven though my shy heart was racingI inquired did she have a manOh, she looked down at the walkwayAnd the wind danced in her hairShe told me she was a widowAs she whispered a silent prayerAnd it looks like it's rainingFor the third time todayAnd I pray it keeps coming down'Til the river ('til the river, 'til the river)Takes me awayI would court her through the autumn'Til finally she would agreeWe were married down on the Maple river'Neath the shade of the old redbud treeMost days I spent at the parlorAnd the drink got the best part of me'Til I stumbled alone to the home that we madeJust to find she decided to leaveNow I lay here in this gutterWhile the poison rushes my veinsAnd I curse this godforsaken feverThat could drive any poor man insaneAnd it looks like it's rainingFor the third time todayAnd I pray it keeps coming down'Til the river ('til the river, 'til the river)Takes me away
