down to the river

Don't necessarily have to travel east to find the road to Damascus.

When I left home in August, I was headed for the sun;
didn’t plan on stayin’ away too long;
but I met you outside some run-down five and dime
and I’m still tryin’ to work out what’s goin’ on.

I’m goin’ down to the river; down to the river every day;
I’m goin’ down to the river; down to the river, wash my sins away.

You said you were collectin’ for Jesus; that he was on his way,
so I gave you a nickel for the man above;
then over a cup of coffee, we talked about the Lord,
and you said I could lose my sins in love.

I’m goin’ down to the river; down to the river every day;
I’m goin’ down to the river; down to the river, wash my sins away.

I asked you for a number where I could talk to you,
in case I ever needed some-one;
you answered me by sayin’ that you would be around
and I should say a prayer for my father’s son.

I’m goin’ down to the river; down to the river every day;
I’m goin’ down to the river; down to the river, wash my sins away.
Down to the river;
wash my sins away

(©2004 Stewart Bowman)