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I never had no regrets, boys; |
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Not for nothing I've done. |
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I owed the devil some debts, boys, |
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Paid them all up but one. |
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And I don't even regret the living |
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That I'll be leaving behind. |
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I've gotten weary of searching |
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For something I couldn't find. |
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I'm going down to the shade |
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By the river one more time, |
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And feel the breeze on my face before I die. |
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I'm gonna leave whatever's left of my luck to the losers, |
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Then bend me down and kiss the world goodbye. |
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Come to lucky-in-lovin' |
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I never had no complaints. |
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They never said I was evil, |
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But then, I wasn't no saint. |
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I'm just a river that rolled forever |
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And never got to the sea. |
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I ain't blaming nobody; |
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I had it coming to me. |
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I'm going down to the shade |
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By the river one more time, |
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And feel the breeze on my face before I die. |
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I'm gonna leave whatever's left |
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Of my luck to the losers, |
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Then bend me down, and kiss the world goodbye. |
