| I’m just a southern gar no spar left to be had
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| Drifting on a current in the rain in a river bed
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| I been so long in this world
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| What I got left is all I need now
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| They feel you in the till until the till runs dry
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| There’s a waterdance going on and
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| I wanna be there tonight
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| I want to Skip to My Lou to the dub step sound
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| Country kids gather round
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| You want me to be the oyster that has the pearl
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| Oyster and pearl, oyster and pearl
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| But there ain’t nothing like that in this girl
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| Baby all I need is a creek at dusk and dawn
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| Oh them muddy waters is where I want to be
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| Found
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| Oh won’t you build a fire with the sappy pine
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| Burn this vessel, scatter me around
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| I wanna feel the rushes in my hair
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| I wanna see the Blackberries in the sun
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| I wanna hear the owl singing at night
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| I wanna know my Sweet Lord by and by
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| I’m just a southern gar no spar left to be had
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| Drifting on a current in the rain in a river bed
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| Yeah I been so long in this world
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| All I got left is all I need now
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| You want me to be the oyster that has the pearl
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| Oyster and pearl, oyster and pearl
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| But there ain’t nothing like that in this girl
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| Yeah there ain’t nothing like that in this girl |