All the stars left the party and went on their way

The sun kept his promise and started the day

The river’s like ice and the canyon’s ablaze

The morning awakes to a pocket of clouds

The batter is up and the coffee’s been made

It’s juevos rancheros and pancakes today

Then pack it back up and push into the waves

The water knows the way

Through the pocket of clouds today

Banker, professor

Professions I’ve known

They all pale compared to the white water road

With oars in their locks I sit here in my throne

Through the sun wind and rain

With a pocketful of clouds to my name

Cause there’s nothing

Absolutely nothing

Half so much worth doing

As messing around with boats

That’s what we say

With a pocketful of clouds to my name

To save on housing I bought me a tent

And still I can’t tell you where my last paycheck went

But I know I had a better time than paying the rent

It all add up the same

I’ve got a pocketful of clouds to my name

Still there’s no job on God’s green earth I’d rather do

We get prime rib, potatoes

Later mulligan stew

Some call it poverty with a hell of a view

There’s give and there’s take and there’s a pocketful of clouds to my name

I drink with the grownups

I play with the kids

My job is more fun than your vacation is

If you had a good time, let me know with your tips

So when you head home, you might have a pocketful of clouds to my name

(Chorus)

Any boat any river any time any land

From the Chillcat to the Middle Fork to the red

Rio Grande

Sweep boats and dorys, rafts and canoes

The river’s never the same

Never be ashamed

To have a pocketful of clouds to your name