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(Moody river, moody river) |
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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 evening, I 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 love 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 finger tips |
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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 |
