| (verse 1) |
| D | G | A | |
| I never had no re | grets, boys; |
| D | |
| Not for nothing I've | done. |
| G | A | |
| I owed the devil some d | ebts, boys | , |
| D | |
| Paid them all up b | ut one. |
| G | D | |
| And I don't even reg | ret the living |
| A | D | |
| That I'll be leaving be | hind. |
| G | - | A | |
| I've gotten weary of sear | ch | in | g |
| D | |
| For something I couldn't fi | nd. |
| (chorus) |
| A | |
| I'm going do | wn to the shade |
| D | |
| By the r | iver one more time, |
| A | D | |
| And feel the br | eeze on my face before | I die. |
| G | D | |
| I'm gonna le | ave whatever's left of my l | uck to the losers, |
| A | - | A7 | |
| Then bend me d | ow | n |
| D | |
| and kiss the world good | bye. |
| (verse 2) |
| 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. |
| (chorus) |
| A | |
| I'm going do | wn to the shade |
| D | |
| By the r | iver one more time, |
| A | D | |
| And feel the br | eeze on my face before | I die. |
| G | D | |
| I'm gonna le | ave whatever's left of my l | uck to the losers, |
| A | - | A7 | |
| Then bend me d | ow | n |
| D | |
| and kiss the world good | bye. |