I was born on the river
I was born to bleed
Not conceived from no mother
From the ground I grew up like a seed
Well my mate, down on the river
My mate was the thick skinned crocodile
Lizard kings down on that river
In the sun, we would style and smile
Oh Johnny B. Goode, in the morning time
Pale moon light, and the fire flies
I was born to survive with the sun in my eyes
Well I came out to the city
To the smog and the traffic Jams
Ain't no crocks, sure ain't no rivers
I'm going back to the promised land
I hope you see, that the river's in me
I hope you know, I'll never let go
When I die, I'll be, a willow tree
On the bank hanging low, as the sun sets