| Down in New Orleans on the banks of a levy,
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| My mouth was dry and my heart was heavy
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| A gray old man fishing next to me saw that look on my face and he began to speak
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| He said through my years I’ve learned my lesson
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| We’re on the same boat trying to get to Heaven
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| This world is full of sin and strife
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| Son, let me give you some free advice
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| You can’t quench your thirst drinking muddy water
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| Or wash your soul in a dirty stream
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| You can’t quench your thirst drinking muddy water
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| There’s only one well where the water is clean
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| Muddy water, dirty stream,
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| Muddy water, dirty stream
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| Muddy water, there’s only one well where the water is clean
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| Though I never once saw that man again
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| it’s hard to believe how long it’s been
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| The words he said really changed my life
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| I’m the first one to testify, testify
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| You can’t quench your thirst drinking muddy water
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| Or wash your soul in a dirty stream
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| You can’t quench your thirst drinking muddy water
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| There’s only one well where the water is clean
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| Muddy water, dirty stream,
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| Muddy water, dirty stream
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| Muddy water, there’s only one well where the water is clean
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| You can’t quench your thirst drinking muddy water
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| Or wash your soul in a dirty stream
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| You can’t quench your thirst drinking muddy water
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| There’s only one well where the water is clean
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| Muddy water, dirty stream,
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| Muddy water, dirty stream
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| Muddy water, there’s only one well where the water is clean |