| Where the hell the sun, it just rain for days
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| All this river rising and cryin', washin' us away
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| If we let go now, we’re let our love drown
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| An' baby this cold blue river, might never go down
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| So put up your bags, an' get away from the door
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| Put up that rusty pistol, babe I ain’t mad anymore
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| If you leave me now, and head for higher ground
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| Baby this river blue back water, gonna take me down
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| Baby I can’t let you go
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| I go under if you leave me here alone
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| Oh this backwater blues will be gone, if we hold on
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| Baby just let the hard times row
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| We’ll wail outta here when the water’s low
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| These backwater blues will be gone, if we hold on
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| This river ain’t deep, it’s just a little cold
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| So put your arms around me, we find us some stepping stones
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| Baby hold on tight, 'cause dry land’s in sight
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| We’ll be out of this backwater blues, if we hold on
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| Baby I can’t let you go
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| I go under if you leave me here alone
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| Oh this backwater blues will be gone, if we hold on
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| Baby just let the hard times row
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| We’ll wail outta here when the water’s low
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| These backwater blues will be gone, if we hold on
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| Baby these backwater blues will be gone, if we hold on |