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Moody River, more deadly |
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Than the vainest knife |
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Moody River, your muddy water |
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Took my baby's life |
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Last Saturday evening |
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Came to the old oak tree |
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It stands beside the river |
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Where you were to meet me |
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On the ground your glove |
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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 |
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I live With this hurt and this sin |
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I just couldn't tell you |
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That guy was just a friend |
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Moody River, more deadly |
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Than the vainest knife |
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Moody River, your muddy water |
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Took my baby's life |
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I looked into the muddy waters |
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And what did |
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I see I saw a lonely, lonely face |
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Just looking back at me |
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Tears in his eyes |
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Ang a prayer on his lips |
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And the glove of his lost love |
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At his finger tips |
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Moody River, more deadly |
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Than the vainest knife |
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Moody River, your muddy water |
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Took my baby's life |