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Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife |
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Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life |
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Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree |
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It stands beside the river where you were to meet me |
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On the ground your glove I found with a note addressed to me |
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It read "Dear love, I've done you wrong, now I must set you free" |
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No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin. |
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I just couldn't tell you that guy was just a friend" |
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Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife |
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Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life |
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I looked into the muddy water and what could I see? |
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I saw a lonely, lonely face just lookin' back at me |
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Tears in his eyes and a prayer on his lips |
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And the glove of his lost love at his fingertips |
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Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife |
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Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life |
