Water Under The Bridge — Guy Clark

They baptized me one fine day Down at the river's edge All my sins are washed away Like water under the bridge

I had a little girl and her eyes were blue She lived just over the ridge Her love ran deep and her love ran true Like water under the bridge

Sailin' away on a paper boat As far as I can go All the way to New Orleans And the Gulf of Mexico

River run clear river run clean River run rough sometime River run wild and it run serene Just like a friend of mine

Tie my troubles in a gunnysack And throw em' over the edge Sailin' away and I won't be back Like water under the bridge

You might be saint you might be sinner You might be Billy The Kid You might crap out or roll a winner It's water under the bridge