Match Box Blues

How far to the river, mama, walk down by the sea
 How far to the river, walk down by the sea
 I got those tadpoles and minnows all in over me
 Standing here wonderin' will a matchbox hold my clothes
 I'se sittin here wonderin' will a matchbox hold my clothes
 I ain't got so many matches but I got so far to go
 Lord, Lord, who may your manager be?
 Hey, mama, who may your manager be?
 Reason I ask so many questions, can't you make arrangements for me?
 I got a girl cross town she crochet all the time
 I got a girl cross town crochet all the time
 Mama if you don't quit crochet-in you gunna lose your mind.
 I wouldn'y mind marryin', but I can't stand settlin' down
 I don't mind marryin', but Lord, settlin' down
 I'm gonna act like a preacher so I can ride from town to town
 Well, I'm leavin' town, but that won't make me stay
 I leavin' town, cryin' won't make me stay
 Baby, the more you cry, the farther you drive me away