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Well i taught that weeping willow how to cry cry cry, |
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Taught the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. |
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Tears i cried for that woman are gonna flood you big river, |
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And i'm a gonna sit right here until i die. |
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I met her accidentally in st. paul, minnesota, |
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She tore me up everything i heard her drawl, that southern drawl. |
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Well i heard my dream went back downstream, cavortin' in davenport, |
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And i follow you big river when you called. |
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Well i followed her down to st. louie, later on down the river, |
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Trader said she's been here, but she's gone, boy, she's gone. |
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Well i followed her down to memphis, but she just walked off the bus, |
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She raised a few eyebrows and she went on down alone. |
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Well i've gotten on down to baton rouge, river queen roll on, |
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Take that woman down to new orleans, new orleans. |
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I give up, i've had enough, followed my blues on down to the gulf, |
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She loves you big river more than me. |
