| Drums are still playing
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| I can see them marching close
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| This he walks like a shadow
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| And that he dances like a ghost
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| The one that looks like Jimmy, Lord he scares me the most
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| River Rat Jimmy and Jehosophat
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| Playing boyhood mumblypeg
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| A six inch bowie blade
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| Out the top my redwing kickers
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| And down a muddy slippery grade
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| To the fever pitch savannah where grand daddy lay
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| River Rat Jimmy and Jehosophat
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| Little Jimmy ghostie face
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| Ate off the kitchen floor
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| Cause woman-Mum threw dinner plates
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| At drunken Dad on the door
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| He would cop his cans of beer
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| And close his eyes and soar
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| River Rat Jimmy and Jehosophat
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| Shouting revelation out
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| A boychild man of ten
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| Never looking up to heaven
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| Lord it was heaven there and then
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| And we wrapped our bloodied fingers like a shine-eyed mister zen
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| River Rat Jimmy and Jehosophat
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| Sho-ly, sho-ly
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| Neither of us knew who’d pop
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| And who would sink the lake
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| And who would run off fast enough before the bow string would break
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| Man we was crying for tomorrow
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| Through the crying and the shake
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| River Rat Jimmy and Jehosophat |