Headin' to the River Part Deux

When you wake up, in the morning,
and your head is still swollen,
you grab your pack and your rod,
and you head to the river.

You roll a fat ass joint or two
but you know that just wont do,
so you roll more and hope that four,
is enough.
You string your rod and adjust your float,
you wish you could afford a boat,
but you cant, so you head to the river.
Your back is fucked, you cant do your job
You can just lay around and become a slob
or you can head to the river
At the end of the day
when you've made enough hay
you lay you head down to think of the next day
I bet its going to involve
heading to the river