I've become a glad man singing a song
About a soldier wanting food and fallen angel
Naked as a fish at night
About a sad man climbed up a willow bough
And the cops are on the fence around the dog in the manger
And the mouth of the river is wide
Wide . . .
I've become a glad man singing a song
about the bushes by the gas pump gone to flower
and a constant star collides
About a sad man singing they forgotten how
And the baby quick sucking when the milk went sour
And the mouth of the river is wide
Wide . . .
About a sad man lost in the hammock sway
When the bridal gown came on and spit out the window
And the cops say the dog won't bite
And the sad man's saying they've forgotten when
And the blood running black in the valley shadows
And the river running all the while
I've become a glad man singing a song
About a lover rolled over, said you must be tired
And the truth coming towards the light
About a sad man knocking on a chapel door
And a burned out boat called "Tried by Fire"
And the mouth of the river is wide
Wide . . .