Lyrics

(Traditional)

Well I roll and I tumble, cry the whole night long
Well I roll and I tumble, cry the whole night long
Well I woke up this morning, didn’t know right from wrong

Well I told my old baby before I left that town
Well I told my old baby before I left that town
Now don’t let you nobody tear my old barrelhouse down

Now if the river was whiskey and I was a diving duck
Now if the river was whiskey and I was a diving duck
I would dive to the bottom, never would I come up

Yeah, I coulda had a religion this battled Sunday
Yeah, I coulda had a religion this battled Sunday
But all you whiskey and women would not let me pray