| Run for your life boys, there’s nothing left to do
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| The Pikeville Dam is cavin' in and the water’s comin' through
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| The river’s been a-risin' and the rain’s still comin' down
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| For fourteen days and nights It’s gonna wash away the town
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| Chorus
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| So let her roll
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| Roll on muddy dream
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| Let her roll, takin' everything
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| It’s washed away the houses, now the road is almost gone
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| Ain’t nothin' here but the dyin' and dead
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| and the trail of a mighty storm
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| I had a lovin' family, lord, I had a lovin' wife
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| Till the Chickasaw River and the wind and rain
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| come and robbed them of their life
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| Chorus
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| So let her roll
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| Roll on muddy dream
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| Let her roll, takin' everything
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| I don’t know where I’m goin, Lord, I don’t know where I’m bound
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| Just far away from the water’s edge and a no-good river town
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| So let her roll
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| Roll on muddy dream
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| Let her roll, takin' everything
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| So let her roll
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| Roll on muddy dream
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| Let her roll, takin' everything
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| Let her roll… |