I lost my heart
under the bridge
to that little girl who
meant so much to me,
and now I moan,
and now I holler –
she’ll never know
just what I found.
That blue-eyed girl,
she said No more,
and that blue-eyed girl
became blue-eyed whore.
Down by the water
I took her hand.
My lovely daughter –
won’t see her again.
Oh help me Jesus,
get through the storm.
I had to lose her –
to do her harm.
I heard her holler.
I heard her moan.
My lovely daughter –
I took her home.
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water –
come back here man, gimme my daughter.