Down river and I'm grabbing my coat
I'll see you on the same old bend
Don't messenger me, I'll be on my own
I've got to hand it to my friends
The way they let me go

Water used to come to Davenport
Water used to come to Troy
And he was crouched inside a rolling horse
You've got to hand it to the boy
The way he let it roll

And as for all my time alone
When no one else is home
It's all around me
I had to slay a dragon
Just to clear my throat