Its not that i'm scared of when tomorrow comes It's the sum of all the things i done The drinkin and the smoking and foolin around i seen I fear i cut my time between And the sum of the things i done Don't add up to the way i feel Maybe a woman woulda steered me clear Maybe i never let them near Maybe the one i needed never wanted me Or maybe i was just too blind to see And the sum of the things i done Don't add up to the way i feel Old man river can't sing his song The brush is tall and the weeds are long The leaves are dried and trees scarred The old stone road seems a little too far And the sum of the things i done Don't add up to the way i feel Time takes away the youth of days But can't take what is real Now old man river sing a song About the days when you were young They pave the road for the days ahead And clear the path on the groundi'll tread If i'd only know?