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On the banks of the Mississippi |
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An old man sits on his bench |
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Watching the river's water flow |
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Smoking cigarettes as time goes by |
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Reminiscing about the years past |
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And his loved ones who've gone old |
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Now his life is shortened |
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His better days are gone |
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Watching the moon in the eventide |
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In the cold freezing rain |
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Three destinies in a cruel world |
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With vague dreams buried by loss |
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Laying their burdens down |
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On the banks of the Mississippi |
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On the banks of the Mississippi |
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A woman breaks down in tears |
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Crying for her lost love |
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Who was consumed by the waves |
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On a stormy autumn night |
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Never to be found again |
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Now her life is without meaning |
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Now her life is dead |
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Watching... |
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On the banks of the Mississippi |
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An old sailor is drinking his ale |
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Trying to find peace of mind, trying to ease the pain |
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Regretting his actions of the past, and all those wasted years |
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Time spent at bars around the world, miles away from home |
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Now he longs for someone |
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But no one is to be found |
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Watching... |
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Cast your sorrows to the wind |
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And stay for a while |
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Don't let them bring you down |
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Those sorrows you cannot hide |
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They're tearing you up inside |
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Another day will come |
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When you lay your burdens down |