| Walking by the river
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| Watching my tears roll out to the sea
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| Walking by the river
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| Stormy trouble will never drown for me
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| If pain was a sailor
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| I could sail a ocean-liner
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| If pain was a jailer
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| I could shackle that ocean-liner
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| If pain was a tailor
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| I could sew that ocean-liner
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| To a river-boat, to rest on
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| On up to South Carolina
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| 'Stead of walking by the river
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| Watching my tears roll out to the sea
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| Walking by the river
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| Oh, stormy trouble won’t ever drown for me
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| See, I must be fool enough
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| To hang out in a hurricane
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| Long enough to wash away
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| My whole family name
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| And fool enough to wait
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| In ten feet of rain
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| If I drown, I got nobody
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| But myself to blame
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| Yeah, blues with whiskey
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| I stay drunk all the time
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| Yeah, if bad news was risky
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| I’d be convicted of every crime
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| Yeah, if happiness was money
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| I’d never have a lousy dime
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| If I could just raise the price of a ticket
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| I’d head on up the line
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| 'Stead of walking by the river
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| Watching my tears roll out to sea
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| Walking by the river
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| Stormy trouble won’t drown for me
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| Still walking by the river
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| Watching my tears roll out to the sea
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| Walking by the river
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| Stormy troubles ain’t gonna drown for me
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| Walking by the river
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| Been watching my tears roll out to the sea
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| Walking by the river
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| Stormy trouble ain’t gonna drown for me |