| I was a young man the day that I drowned
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| I was married with one on the way
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| And I worked for the mine like the rest of the town
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| The rest with no need but to stay
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| What might have been, never was
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| Not for money or love
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| What might have been, never was
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| Now the Muskingum River runs muddy and wide
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| Like it did on that September day
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| I was born in the winter on the McConnelsville side
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| Across the bridge now, in Malta I lay
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| What might have been, never was
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| Not for money or love
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| What might have been, never was
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| By the luck of the draw, more lucky than some
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| I made it home from the war
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| Back to the river and the place where I’m from
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| Across the water to the beautiful shore
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| What might have been, never was
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| Not for money or love
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| What might have been, never was |