I never had no regrets, boys;  Not for nothing I've done.  I owed the devil some debts, boys,  Paid them all up but one.  And I don't even regret the living  That I'll be leaving behind.  I've gotten weary of searching  For something I couldn't find.  I'm going down to the shade  By the river one more time,  And feel the breeze on my face before I die.  I'm gonna leave whatever's left of my luck to the losers,  Then bend me down and kiss the world goodbye.  Come to lucky-in-lovin'  I never had no complaints.  They never said I was evil,  But then, I wasn't no saint.  I'm just a river that rolled forever  And never got to the sea.  I ain't blaming nobody;  I had it coming to me.  I'm going down to the shade  By the river one more time,  And feel the breeze on my face before I die.  I'm gonna leave whatever's left  Of my luck to the losers,  Then bend me down, and kiss the world goodbye.