| Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry
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| And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky
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| And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River
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| Then I’m gonna sit right here until I die
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| I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota)
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| And it tore me up ev’ry time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl
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| Then I heard my dream was back downstream cavortin' in Davenport
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| And I followed you, Big River, when you called
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| Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river)
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| A freighter said she’s been here but she’s gone, boy, she’s gone
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| I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block
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| She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone
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| Now, won’t you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on
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| Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans
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| Go on, I"ve had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf
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| She loves you, Big River, more than me |