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Floating in the lower nine |
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Waiting for a boat to throw me a line |
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See my Stella smile |
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Sitting on the roof eating alligator pie |
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First day the water rise |
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Second day the sun is high |
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Third day |
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Stella cried cause night times dark as a dead man's eye's |
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Tell me when help is gonna come |
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Stella said daddy when you gonna put me in a song? |
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Morning ride on by thank lord everybody's alright |
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Don't mean to throw us a second line |
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The devil broke the levy and left us here to die |
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Stella said daddy when you gonna put me in a song? |
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All the things we know and |
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Everything we hoped for |
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All the things we wanted |
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Everything that was sure |
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Now there is a scar |
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Where the old men used to be |
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The corner store and market |
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Where Stella used to sing to me |
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Grace is all |
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I'm asking |
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When will grace return |
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Grace is all |
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I'm asking |
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Remember how |
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I feel in those days of the summertime |
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Then Stella smiled, she said |
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Stella said daddy when you gonna put me in a song? |
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Tell me lord when help is gonna come |
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Daddy when you gonna put me in a song? |