Down To The River

by Zechariah Lloyd Tillotson (Zechariah Lloyd)

Way down yonder on a long lost trail,

Down in Mississppi where my daddy was killed,

Met a man in a pin stripe suit,

Said "I been lookin for sinners, the likes of you boy"

The walk is easy, but the deal is hard, he said

"Won't you sign your name I'll learn you bout that guitar my friend.

I'm goin down to the river, fold my hands a pray

Down to the river, wash my sins away

I'm goin down to the river, I got something to say, Lord

Goin down to the river, gonna tell that devil. Man get outta my way

Mamma was a good girl, church every Sunday

Daddy raised some hell rollin two wheels down the runway, down 61 south.

They raised me well on cornbread and Jesus , told me "say your prayers, the lord is gonna meet

us some day, better watch your mouth

So I was gonna be a Saint, get se good religion,

Put money in the bank, try and earn some interest,

But that preached talking bout 10 percent and

Uncle Sam wants wants the rest for the government.

Now baby wants a little for a fancy dinner

She say she really love, does she have it in her?

I emptied out my pockets for her now I'm feeling thinner, and all I wanna do is go down to the

river.

I'm goin down to the river, fold my hands a pray

Down to the river, wash my sins away

I'm goin down to the river, I got something to say, Lord

Goin down to the river, gonna tell that devil. Man get outta my way