| Fortunes made and fortunes lost
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| People played and double-crossed
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| Some have turned up on the stage
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| Others in the river wash
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| If these tavern wall could sing
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| They’d tell us all so many things
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| Like just how lonely it can be
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| Just another river town
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| Seen it’s share of bad go down
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| So when that steel guitar rings out
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| Be grateful you’re on dry ground
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| This place is just another river town
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| Broken hearts and broken bones
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| Shattered dreams and broken homes
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| I’ve seen enough to know what streets you don’t walk alone
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| It sure ain’t easy on your own
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| Just another river town
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| Seen it’s share of bad go down
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| So when that steel guitar rings out
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| Be grateful you’re on dry ground
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| This place is just another river town
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| Then I hear the Sunday morning choir
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| When that church door’s swinging wide
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| There’s a girl whose voice is bound to reach the sky
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| And when she smiles there’s redemption in her eyes
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| Just another river town
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| Seen it’s share of bad go down
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| So when that steel guitar rings out
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| Be grateful you’re on dry ground
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| This place is just another river town
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| This place is just another river town
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| This place is just another river town |