On the mouth of the river On the mouth of the river (woah) And the wrath of the giver With the hands of a sinner And the wrath of the giver (woah) With the hands of a sinner (woah) Oh Oh I am going under I am going under Oh Oh the mouth of the river

I'm gonna follow the sun Oh Oh, oh, oh, oh oh Now I'm gonna tell my momma That I'm a traveller Don't stop, you got to move I'm never gonna stop Keep moving on, moving on Follow the sun Hop back to my heart

Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh Wastin' time Sittin' in the mornin' sun I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes Watching the ships roll in Then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay I

Y si tú la ves Mi vida y felicidad Dígale que es tan frío el corazón Desde que ella se marchó Necesito de su amor Pa' que sane este dolor, oh oh Lo que se llevó Ve y dile vine a buscar Pa' que sane este dolor, ah

In my bank account, yeah (oh oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

Oh, bad luck, yeah, bad luck Keeps following me, won't let me be I asked bad luck this morning Won't let me be, keeps following me Hey, I wanna tell you about my troubles I've had just about every bad luck a man can have In my moving around, I've played

I say if we gonna do it, do it right (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) If we gonna do this, do it right (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) If it's me and you, we gotta fight (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) We gotta do it, oh oh we gotta do it right I say if we gonna do it, do it The only

Let there be let there be love Here in the here in the dark Turning me turning me on Not gonna fight anymore 'Cause I want your touch (Let's go) Ah ooh like that Let there be love Yeah it feels so good that I can't hold back

Oh Oh Bo Diddley (hey, Bo Diddley) Ooh la la that rock 'n roll Yeah Bo Diddley (hey, Bo Diddley) Now listen here to the story of Bo Diddley The rock 'n roll scene in general Bo Diddley was born Ellis McDaniels In a place called McCoom In Mississippi about

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy