I was walkin' the main road, comin' into town,
I came upon a stranger, lying on the ground.
He said "i been in prison, and now I'm on the run,
I'm feelin' kinda weary, gotta make it home."
Where the river flows, where the water goes,
I'll be over there, waitin' over there, where the river flows.
Well I didn't have a lot to give, but I gave him what I could,
Listened while he talked about the bad times and the good.
And early in the mornin', I took an old man home,
Left him by the river, left him all alone.