Painting On The Past

I think I'll go down to the River
I think I'll dangle all my hooks
I think I like the way she's hungry
I think I like the way she looks
Nothing seems to last
I'm painting on the past
Nothing seems to last
I'm painting on the past
You're just like all the rest
Girl you ain't the first
and you certainly ain't the last
I think I'll roll down to the city
I think I'll wear my leather boots
I think I like the way she's tying
I really love the way she looks
Nothing seems to last.