I was brought up on the banks Of the mighty raritan Canal and rail lines, Mudlarkers fighting high tide With the fights and the foibles Of children free-thinking Listen to the grown-ups Curse life and thinking That the trains above crashing by, They are friends of mine They're all friends of mine I got drunk on the banks Of the mighty raritan I stole a rowboat and i, I ended up in Trenton Where i was nurtured and perverted By women free-thinking And hoarse voices in love With life singing That all your life and mine, It's not a lie, lie, lie It's not a lie, lie, lie Beat up and broke again Upon the mighty raritan Canal and rail lines and I'm I'm fighting low tide Well how much can you learn By just hanging around Enough to leave here And I've found That the trains above crashing by, They are friends of mine, They're old friends of mine