He stopped at Fifth on Broad near where the Opry used to be
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For one last tiny thought of singing there in '53
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He walked into a pawnshop with a ring of gold and watch of silver
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Then he continued east on Broad Street on his way down to the river
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He stopped at Third on Broad dropped his envelope in a mailbox
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A hundred bucks from Maud his old friend from the Broadway nightspot
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The world had passed him by and he had nothing more to give her
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So he continued east on Broad Street on his way down to the river
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He stopped at First on Broad he saw the barges and the bridge
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A ship was comin' in and he thought Lord mine never did
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Some say it was on purpose while some others beg to differ
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They say he slipped and fell on his way down to the river
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On His Way Down To The River
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| Bill Anderson |
