they baptized me one fine day down at the river s edge all my sins were washed away like water under the bridge i had a little girl and her eyes were blue she lived just over the ridge her love ran deep and her love ran true like water under the bridge sailing away on a paper boat as far as i can go all the way to new orleans and the gulf of mexico the river run clear the river run clean the river run rough sometime river run wild and it run serene just like a friend of mine tie my troubles in a gunnysack and throw em over the edge sailing away and i won t be back like water under the bridge sailing away on a paper boat as far as i can go all the way to new orleans and the gulf of mexico you might be saint you might be sinner you might be billy the kid you might crap out or roll a winner it s water under the bridge i am sailing away on a paper boat as far as i can go all the way to new orleans and the gulf of mexico all the way to new orleans and the gulf of mexico sailing away on a paper boat as far as i can go