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The day the river freezes |
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Is the day it won't seem fair |
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'Cause they'll come to get the River Lady |
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And I don't think they'll care |
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I know they'll scrape her paint off |
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In their same old foolish ways |
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Now the people see the river |
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But the old ships gone away |
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Water turns cold and gets ta freezin' |
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Before you even know it |
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The old girl's easin' |
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Away from her berth |
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Round by the point |
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And out of our view |
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Off in the mist |
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Her engine's woundin' |
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Like on the banks |
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That old horn's soundin' |
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A little goodbye |
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A little I'll do what I must do |
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A little goodbye |
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A little I'll do what I must do |
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A da da dum, dum, dum, da da da dum dum |
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I know I will remember |
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When I cannot hear that horn |
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That would roll up by the mountains |
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As she took us through the storm |
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I know they've got to take her |
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But I can't say I approve |
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'Cause she's won so many battles |
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That I hate to see her lose |
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Water turns cold and gets ta freezin' |
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Before you even know it |
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The old girl's easin' |
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Away from her berth |
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Round by the point |
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And out of our view |
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A little goodbye |
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A little I'll do, what I must do |
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The water turns cold |
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And gets to freezin' |
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Before you even know it |
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The old girl's easin' |
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Away from her berth |
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'Round by the point |
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And out of our view |
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Off in the mist |
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Her engine's boundin' |
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Like on the banks |
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That old horn's soundin' |
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A little goodbye |
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A little I'll do |
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What I must do |
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A little goodbye |
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A little I'll do |
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What I must do |
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Dum da da da-dum... |
