[bad word] down the river
Boathouse, carrying my son
Boathouse, carrying his mother
You know she’s the only one
Caroline, my heart is aching
But I can’t quit this time
And Caroline, my heartless drinking
I can’t quit this time
So go on and wave goodbye
Haul out, get packing up your suitcase
Haul out, crying like the rain
Haul out, screaming, «This ain’t living!»
And I know you’re right
Caroline, I’ve been wondering
Why you didn’t pick a better man
Caroline, my Mona Lisa still
Can’t match your smile
So go on, wave goodbye
 [bad word] down the river
Boathouse, carrying my love
Boathouse, carry them to safety
Out from the Mississippi mud
Where I lost my love