| When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
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| And the hot sun chills me to the bone
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| When I can’t hear the song for the singer
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| I can’t tell my pillow from a stone
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| I will walk alone by the black muddy river
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| Sing me a song of my own
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| I will walk alone by the black muddy river
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| Sing me a song of my own
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| When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
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| And the stars start to splatter in the sky
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| When the moon splits the southwest horizon
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| With the scream of an eagle on the fly
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| I will walk alone by the black muddy river
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| And listen to the ripples as they moan
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| I will walk alone by the black muddy river
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| And sing me a song of my own
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| Black muddy river
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| Roll on forever
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| I don’t care how deep or wide
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| If you got another side
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| Roll muddy river
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| Roll muddy river
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| Black muddy river roll
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| When it seems like the night will last forever
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| And there’s nothing left to do but count the years
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| When the strings of my heart start to sever
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| And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears
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| I will walk alone by the black muddy river
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| And dream me a dream of my own
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| I will walk alone by the black muddy river
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| Sing me a song of my own
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| Sing me a song of my own |