| I came in three days early
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| To meet my boat
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| It ain’t the life of Riley
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| But it’s keeping me afloat
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| It’s quiet over Christmas
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| If you got no place to go
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| I got my home from river rats
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| The only home I know
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| I found myself a flophouse
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| And I hit the streets at nine
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| Get some grub and drink a beer
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| Maybe go down the line
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| These chips will take your money
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| Shake a young man down
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| It’s the same in every one of these
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| Sorry river towns
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| River towns, sorry river towns
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| River towns
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| River towns, sorry river towns
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| River towns
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| Well I picked me up a bottle
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| To take back to the room
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| Then I saw a young girl standing
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| In a doorway in the gloom
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| We’d hardly started talking
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| The old scenario
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| And I just let her work me over
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| Down by the Ohio
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| River towns, sorry river towns
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| River towns
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| River towns, sorry river towns
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| River towns
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| When I asked her if she’d like to stay
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| She was down my stairs so quick
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| I never asked what got her started
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| With the sorry river tricks
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| So I get the bottle open
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| But something’s hit a nerve
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| And I’m looking in the mirror
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| At the face that I deserve
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| River towns, sorry river towns
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| River towns
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| River towns, sorry river towns
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| River towns |