| Freddie said he came from a small town
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| Known as the number one boy
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| But he and Maria were courtin'
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| Their hearts were filled with joy
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| But Freddie ran off to the city
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| To have himself a good time
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| Had such fun in the city
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| He left poor Maria behind
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| One more river to cross
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| Then I’m on my own
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| One more river to cross
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| Then I’ll find my home
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| Freddie began to read a lot
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| To see how things should be
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| Ran into a policeman
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| And taste the bitter fruit from the tree, hey now, hey now
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| One more river to cross
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| Then I’m on my own
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| One more river to cross
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| Then I’ll find my home
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| Freddie loved that child, Maria
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| He certainly loved to live
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| Folks said they’d already all told him
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| But he’d take what he’d loved to give, my-my, my-my
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| One more river to cross
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| Then I’m on my own
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| One more river to cross
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| Then I’ll find my home, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| One more river to cross
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| Then I’m on my own
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| One more river to cross
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| Then I’ll find my home, my-my-my
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| One more river to cross
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| Then I’m on my own, yeah-yeah-yeah
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| One more river to cross
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| Then I’ll find my home, woo-woo-hoo
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| One more river to cross
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| Then I’m on my own, woo-woo-woo |