Steamboat - The Weeks

Wasting away on the mighty Mississippi

Hoping god forgives me for my sins

Well starlight stained steamboats, and a rich man clears his throat

Took a sip of whiskey from his glass

The piano plays softly and his daughter screamed, «get off me»

His wife she died a few years back

He drinks and drinks for days but the memories they stay

And the tears they flow like alcohol

Well his daughter she loves me, said she’s always thinkin of me

That’s why I stand here on this boat today

I watched a rich man clear his throat

But what that rich man doesn’t know is that I’ll take his life away

Please forgive me god for the things I’ve done

I could hide my problems, I could run

But it was I who held the gun, and I am the setting sun

And I promise I will never, ever run

I said, «take me down where the lovers died.»

Where those steamboats don’t go, and that Mississippi flows all night

Wastin' away where the lovers died

Wastin away on the mighty Mississippi

Hoping god forgives me for my sins

Well It was I who held the gun and I am the setting sun

And I promise I will never, ever run