Troy Cassar Daley - River boy

^DI was born and raised on the ^Griver It's the ^Aonly life that I ^Dknow People 'round here have put a ^Gname on me And I ^Ahear it wherever I ^Dgo

They call me ^Driver boy, ^Griver boy ^AA good for nothin'^D river boy This old world don't hold a ^Gwhole lot of joy When you're ^Anothin' but a ^Driver boy

^DI do a lot of fishin' on the ^Griver To ^Amake my livin' you ^Dsee When I take my catch to the ^Gmarket place The ^Apeople call out to ^Dme

And they say, ^Driver boy, hey ^Griver boy ^AYou got any fish today there,^D river boy ^DI sell my ware, but ^Gnobody cares About the ^Afeelings of the r^Diver boy

There's a ^Epretty girl works at the ^Amarket place I ^B7see her there every^Eday But ^Ewhen I try to ^Atalk to her I can ^B7hear her papa ^Esay

Come away from that ^ERiver boy,^A he's a river boy ^B7Nothin' but a riff-raff ^Eriver boy ^ENo girl of mine is gonna ^Awaste her time On a ^B7good for nothin' river ^Eboy

So^E I head my boat back up the r^Aiver Ba^B7ck to my old fishin' p^Elace I'^Em afraid this ol' river's gonna ^Aoverflow From t^B7he tears runnin’ down ^Emy face

I'm nothin' but a^E river boy, ^Ariver boy ^B7A good for nothin'^E river boy This old world don't hold a ^Awhole lot of joy When you're ^B7nothin' but a river ^Eboy

This old world don't hold a ^Awhole lot of joy When you're ^B7nothin' but a river ^Eboy