| Didn’t I see you last night down at Antones
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| With some silver tongued bull rider from La Grange
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| Later that night weren’t you down at the Continental
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| Swinging from the chandeliers and actin' strange
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| Baby you got it bad
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| Like everyone I know
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| Baby you’ve got it bad
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| And you don’t want to let it go
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| I got a line on you, you got the River Fever
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| Like a bumblebee buzzin' round a honey comb
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| I got a line on you, you got the River Fever
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| Too late to skate too early to head for home
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| You sure looked fine in the beer sign light, baby
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| Scootin' your boots up and down the Broken Spoke
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| You shined on me like moonlight on a river
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| I wanted to talk but the words stuck in my throat
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| Oh Baby you got it bad
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| Like everyone I know
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| Baby you’ve got it bad
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| And you don’t want to let it go
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| I got a line on you, you got the River Fever
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| Like a bumblebee buzzin' round a honey comb
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| I got a line on you, you got the River Fever
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| Too late to skate too early to head for home
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| Don’t they say that nightlife makes you crazy
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| The same ones that say that sex will make you blind
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| Don’t they see the good times make you lazy
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| When the music plays, the moon will blow your mind
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| Baby you got it bad
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| Like everyone I know
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| Baby you’ve got it bad
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| And you don’t want to let it go
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| I got a line on you, you got the River Fever
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| Like a bumblebee buzzin' round a honey comb
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| I got a line on you, you got the River Fever
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| Too late to skate too early to head for home
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| The Shakes and chills, it’s just the River Fever |