Which-a way, which-a way do that blood Red River run? From my back window, back to the rising sun I'm goin', to that river, I'm gon' walk it up and down Try to find me a place, Lord, deep enough to drown I got a brown, cross-town, yes, she crochets all the time Well, if you don't quit crochetin', I b'lieve you're gonna lose your mind Go down, to that river, have a talk with my brother, Bill Say, that woman he's lovin', sure gon' get him killed I'm goin', yes I'm goin', well, cryin' won't make me stay Say, the more you cry, the further you drive me away Well, it hurts me to eat, well, it hurts my feet to walk I went to eat my breakfast and it hurt my tongue to talk I said, hey, hey Lord, say this world and two or three more Boys, I ain't got no home, ain't got no place to go