| This town ain’t ten feet wide
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| And population 2−0-5
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| Just a place that the river goes by
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| And it don’t slow down
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| It gets on out
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| Mud mixed in with sin
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| From
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| Don’t need no more from this town
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| It just can’t win
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| It all makes sense
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| That’s why the river runs yeah
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| That’s why the river runs
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| I can’t blame that water for leaving
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| If I rolled in here I wouldn’t stick around either
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| That’s why the river runs yeah
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| This town ain’t nothin' but
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| Bunch of worn out same ole stuff
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| A dried up whiskey cup
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| And a broken heart hiding in the dark
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| It creeps up from behind
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| Like a cotton mouth showing wide
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| You can bet it’s gonna bite
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| If you get too close, you better go
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| That’s why the river runs yeah
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| That’s why the river runs
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| I can’t blame that water for leaving
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| If I rolled in here I wouldn’t stick around either
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| That’s why the river runs yeah
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| He knows better than to stop by now
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| So it never has to worry about getting back out
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| That’s why the river runs
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| That’s why the river runs
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| I can’t blame that water for leaving
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| If I rolled in here I wouldn’t stick around either
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| That’s why the river runs yeah
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| That’s why the river runs
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| That’s why the river runs |