Words and music by Walter Becker and Donald f*gen I spent my life twenty years in the basin My only friend was a man of much more He lied with power in his weary eyes 'till day came And all at once I knew his name Giles of the riverâ¦comin' in to make my precious day Giles of the riverâ¦comin' in to tell one tale and take My breath awayâ¦and he's on his way He took me down through good times late departed And through the world as it was and will be By bad self I watched you as you hung your head out my door But you won't grieve me no more © 1972 Almo Music Inc./Red Giant Music Inc. (ASCAP)