As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset Waterloo sunset's fine Dirty old river, must you keep rolling Flowin' into the night People so busy, making me dizzy Taxi light shines so bright But I don't need no friends I am in paradise Every day I look at the

I don't know much about eternity Or where somebody like me's gonna wind up going All I know is that I have already been Parked in a Chevy by the deep river rolling And that summer night, shooting star paradise Might be all that I'm getting Kissing and

Damn, it feels good to be me I'll be alright Rollin' these streets all summer long Damn, I got it all figured out I got no worries that I'm worried about Coltrane love supreme It's like I caught some crazy, happy disease It feels so good Nobody blowin'

Well, I rolled and I tumbled, Cried the whole night long. Well, I told my baby, Before I left that town. Owww, oww ooo, aww, oww, oh. Well, if the river was whiskey, And I was a divin' duck. Well, I could a had a religion, This bad old thing instead.

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Big wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Left a good job in the city Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day And I never lost one minute of sleepin' Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been Cleaned

There's a river in Evening ember glow And you're wishing you could see How far it flows Rolling on to an endless sea You'd be well on your way If you could only set sail. But dreams can drift away And sails can fill with doubt

Let it kiss you some stars out of the sky Get carried away like some deep river rolling Tonight, I wanna be your cowboy lullaby There's just something about horses That can touch you deep down in your soul You and me can do that tonight and Underneath

Hear the bucket hit the bottom and the rope come rolling by Piece by lonely piece the mountainside tumbles away Back down to the river bottom lined with pocket worry stones A hundred years in hand worn smooth by long grandmother nights Sitting by the

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Big wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Left a good job in the city Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day And I never lost one minute of sleepin' Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been Cleaned

I know what you wanna hear Truck tires on a two lane rolling River rushing and a warm breeze blowing in Hair all around to the sound Of the radio singing in the background Gravel grinding, while we're finding A little spot I can make a fire in Top