| On the banks of the Mississippi
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| An old man sits on his bench
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| Watching the river’s water flow
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| Smoking cigarettes as time goes by
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| Reminiscing about the years passed
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| And his loved ones who’ve gone old
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| Now his life is shortened
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| His better days are gone
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| Watching the moon in the eventide
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| In the cold freezing rain
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| Three destinies in a cruel world
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| With vague dreams buried by loss
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| Laying their burdens down
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| On the banks of the Mississippi
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| On the banks of the Mississippi
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| A woman breaks down in tears
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| Crying for her lost love
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| Who was consumed by the waves
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| On a stormy autumn night
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| Never to be found again
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| Now her life is without meaning
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| Now her life is dead
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| Watching…
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| On the banks of the Mississippi
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| An old sailor is drinking his ale
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| Trying to find peace of mind, trying to ease the pain
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| Regretting his actions of the past, and all those wasted years
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| Time spent at bars around the world, miles away from home
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| Now he longs for someone
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| But no one is to be found
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| Watching…
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| Cast your sorrows to the wind
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| And stay for a while
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| Don’t let them bring you down
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| Those sorrows you cannot hide
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| They’re tearing you up inside
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| Another day will come
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| When you lay your burdens down |