Sometimes a man just needs to be off by himself . . .
Away from the bother of family life . . .
The screaming kids, the quarrelsome wife . . .
Out in nature on the wild river
That flows down to Hot Springs . . .
And the hot tubs . . . and the hippie chicks
Just off the Appalachian Trail . . .
Maybe looking for a real man . . .
But the river keeps running, not stopping for no one . . .
Bound for Tennessee and beyond . . .
River joining river . . . carefree
Sliding through state lines . . .
Into the great Mississippi, and down to New Orleans . . .
Music and booze, all night long. . .
And the women . . . wild and free as the river, they say . . .
