| I come down from in the valley
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| Where mistery’s when you’re young
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| They bring you up to do just like your daddy done
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| Me and Mary we met in high school
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| When she was just seventeen
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| We’d ride out of this valley down to where the fields were green
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| We went down to the river
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| And into the river we’d dive
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| Oh down to the river we’d ride
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| Then I got Mary pregnant
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| And man that was all she wrote
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| And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
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| We went down to the courthouse
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| And the judge put it all to rest
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| No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
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| No flowers no wedding dress
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| That night we went down to the river
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| And into the river we’d dive
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| Oh down to the river we’d ride
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| I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
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| But lately there ain’t been much work on account of the economy
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| Now all those things that seemed so important
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| Well mister they vanished right into the air
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| Now I act like I don’t remember
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| Mary acts like she don’t care
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| But I remember us riding in my brother’s car
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| Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
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| At night on them banks I’d lie awake
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| So I could pull her close, to feel each breath she’d take
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| Now those memories come back to haunt me
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| They haunt me like a curse
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| Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true
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| Or is it something worse
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| That sends me down to the river
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| And into the river we’d dive
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| Oh down to the river we’d ride
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| Though I know the river is dry
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| That sends me down to the river tonight
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| Down to the river
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| My baby and I
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| Oh down to the river we ride |