| Well I was shacked up down in the mobile
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| With a girl from New York city
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| She woke me up one night to tell me That we weren’t alone.
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| She said she saw the ghost
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| Of a woman staring at me
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| I told her not to worry
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| But in the morning when I woke up, She was gone
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| So I headed on to Florida
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| Where I tangled with some sailors
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| And as I laid bloody on the wharf
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| I cursed the ship they sailed on Wouldn’t you know, twenty four hours later
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| That ship sank into the ocean
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| Disapearing like an unwanted memory
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| Beneath the waves
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| I guess it’s 'cause, still waters run,
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| Run deep in me Cause I got this crazy way…
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| Crazy way I’m swimming in still waters.
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| And I was woke up just before dawn
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| By an old man crying in the rain.
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| He was drunk and he was lonely
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| And as he passed by he sang a hymn.
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| And as I lay there listening,
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| Well I almost joined him in that song…
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| But instead I just held my peace,
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| And waited 'till that old man moved along.
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| Then later on that day about
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| A quarter mile out of town,
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| I found his body hanging in A grove of pines, swaying in the wind.
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| And as he swang that rope sang another hymn
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| To Jesus,
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| And this time though I don’t know why,
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| I somehow felt inclined to sing along.
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| I guess it’s cause, still waters run,
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| Run deep in me
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| ' Cause I got this crazy way…
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| Crazy way I’m swimming in still waters.
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| Yes and there are projects for the dead
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| And there are projects for the living…
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| Thought I must confess sometimes
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| I get confused by that distinction…
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| And I just throw myself into the arms
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| Of that which would betray me.
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| I guess to see how far Providence
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| Will stoop down just to save me.
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| And it’s all because, still waters run,
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| Run deep in me…
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| 'Cause I’ve got this crazy way…
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| Crazy way I’m swimming in still waters |