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(Moody river, wooh) |
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(Moody river, wooh) |
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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 I found |
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With a note addressed to me |
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It read, "Dear love, I've done you wrong |
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Now I must set you free |
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No longer can I live |
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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 could I see? |
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I saw a lonely, lonely face just |
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Lookin' back at me |
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Tears in his eyes |
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And 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 |
