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Well I was shacked up down in the mobile |
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With a girl from New York city |
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She woke me up one night to tell me |
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That we weren't alone. |
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She said she saw the ghost |
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of a woman staring at me |
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I told her not to worry |
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But in the morning when I woke up,She was gone |
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So I headed on to Florida |
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Where I tangled with some sailors |
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And as I laid bloody on the wharf |
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I cursed the ship they sailed on |
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Wouldn't you know,twenty four hours later |
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That ship sank into the ocean |
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Disappearing like an unwanted memory |
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Beneath the waves |
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I guess it's 'cause, still waters run, |
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Run deep in me |
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Cause I got this crazy way... |
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Crazy way I'm swimming in still waters. |
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And I was woke up just before dawn |
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By an old man crying in the rain. |
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He was drunk and he was lonely |
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And as he passed by he sang a hymn. |
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And as I lay there listening, |
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Well I almost joined him in that song... |
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But instead I just held my peace, |
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And waited 'till that old man moved along. |
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Then later on that day about |
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A quarter mile out of town, |
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I found his body hanging in |
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A grove of pines, swaying in the wind. |
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And as he swang that rope sang another hymn |
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To Jesus, |
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And this time though I don't know why, |
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I somehow felt inclined to sing along. |
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I guess it's cause, still waters run, |
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Run deep in me |
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' Cause I got this crazy way... |
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crazy way I'm swimming in still waters. |
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Yes and there are projects for the dead |
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And there are projects for the living... |
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Thought I must confess sometimes |
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I get confused by that distinction... |
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And I just throw myself into the arms |
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Of that which would betray me. |
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I guess to see how far Providence |
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Will stoop down just to save me. |
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And it's all because, still waters run, |
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Run deep in me... |
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'Cause I've got this crazy way... |
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Crazy way I'm swimming in still waters |