| Well, I woke up this morning
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| With nothing but the blues on my mind
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| Well, I woke up this morning
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| Nothing but blues on my mind
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| Oh please, help me, Lord
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| Sometimes I can’t help but cry
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| All these creditors and the interest
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| Rent man says pay up or go
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| In this ruthless society
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| No one gives a damn no more
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| Guess I’m back on the road
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| But don’t know which way to turn
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| Well, I went down to the river
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| To rest my weary head
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| I prayed to the Lord
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| And this is what he said
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| He says, you fight and you fight
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| Until you’re dead and boned
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| But you try and you try
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| And you must never give up hope
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| So come on down to the river
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| And rest your weary head
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| Oh, come home, sweet child
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| Remember what the good book said
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| So come down to the river
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| The river of life
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| So come down to the river
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| The river of life
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| Oh, come home, sweet child
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| Remember what the good book said
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| We were born to be free
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| Whatever happened to you and me
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| But we’ll fight it together
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| And make no mistake
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| â€~Til the truth is ours
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| We’ll do whatever it takes
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| Come to the river
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| The river of life
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| Won’t you come to the river
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| The river of life
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| Oh, come home, sweet child
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| Remember what the good book said
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| Come to the river
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| Come to the river
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| Come home, sweet child
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| Remember what the good book said |