Said there ain't no glass on the river son
Gonna need to see ID
And I replied "I apologize
Is there an age we're s'posed to be?"
Then he staggered a little
As he drank from my handle of Beam
Said, "Get on down the river, boys
This bottle stays with me"
Off in the woods, he
Drank what he could
Ranger's in his cups now, and there's
Piss in his shoes
I am the law
Forget what you saw
Conservation is my decree
So save a little bit for me
Said there ain't no drugs on my river son
What you doin' with all that dope?
And I replied, I'm not shy
We were gonna smoke it up
Ain't no room on my river boys
For dopeheads smokin' their weed
Now get on down the river, boys
This bag here stays with me
Now us Missouri boys
We had some damn fine green
Smoked it 'til he heard
Voices in the trees
There ain't no love on my river, son
She can't be more than 17
Your daddy know where you are tonight?
Just slide on over next to me