| Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone
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| Open up another bottle, send those people home
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| Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low
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| I’m gonna float down this river of tears
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| I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry
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| Even now that he’s gone he can make a woman cry
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| But he saw through me deaf dumb and blind
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| He knew his way down this river of tears
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| «Dashed hopes and best intentions"people say
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| He could sit and drink the way a monk could pray
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| So grab that silver flask, pour yourself another glass and
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| Watch me rage down this river of tears
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| Turn out the stars now, darken every one
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| Watch the clouds cover that big yellow moon
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| Close the blinds, mute the sun
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| There’s nowhere left to run
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| Picked up that old decanter that he used to drink from
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| Turned on his stereo just to hear it hum
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| Daddy I’m gonna wrap myself in blankets and listen to you sing
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| And I’m gonna float down this river of tears |