i go down to the river of life
every night for a cure to my worrying mind
though the drinks are always on the house
they'll be serving you sorrow
for the man with a curious soul
in every pull from the draft. you'll say
give me something stronger
every night at the river of life
there's a lonely musician selling his strife
in the corner is a lady in black
and a con-artisan is drawing a blank
every pint is a picture of home
and if you're a regular here you're probably drinking alone
in every pull from the draft. you'll say
give me something stronger
you'll find friendly in short supply
'cause the price of admission will bleed you dry
give me something stronger
give me something stronger