Get By

I went down by the river following my father’s ghost covered up my crown in the muddy ground by a place nobody knows I dressed up like the ragman sleeping underneath the bridge held my tin cup out “help a poor man out” but there wasn’t many folks that did

don’t know where I’m headed nothing left to do but to carry on

get by I’ll get by I’ll get by like I always do

I was born to be lonesome ain’t no reason to pretend that the tears I weep and the friends I keep are gonna see me to the end sometimes Mother Mary visits me in her despair she says “come home son no matter what you done” but it’s my cross to bear

meet me down by the river open up the frozen ground underneath the mire is your heart’s desire come and lay your body down