Rolling and Tumbling

Well, I rolled and I tumbled Cried the whole night long Well, I rolled and I tumbled Cried the whole night long When I woke up this morning Didn't know right or wrong Well, if the river was a whiskey And I was a diving duck If the river was a whiskey And I was a diving duck Well, I would dive to the bottom I'd swear, I'd never come up Well, I coulda had religion In this bad old Sunday I coulda had religion In this bad old Sunday But whiskey and bad love Wouldn't let me have my way I rolled and I tumbled And I rolled and I tumbled I rolled and I tumbled