| I can’t recall my mother
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| I don’t remember dad
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| Mister and Mississippi was all I ever had
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| Oh, I was born to wander
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| I was born to roam
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| And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home
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| My cradle was the river
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| My school a river boat
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| My teacher was a gambler
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| The slickest one afloat
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| My teacher was a gambler
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| The slickest one afloat
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| He taught me not to gamble on a petticoat
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| Oh, I was born to wander
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| I was born to roam
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| And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home
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| Oh, darlin' how I love you
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| What more is there to say
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| I love you like a barefoot girl
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| Loves the summer day
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| The way a wanderin' gypsy
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| Loves the changing sea
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| Just like the restless river
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| Loves old New Orleans
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| I love a tiny village
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| A quiet country town
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| A house, a little garden
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| With kiddies runnin' 'round
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| You’d be a faithful husband
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| I’d be a trusty friend
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| Until I heard that steamboat
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| Comin' 'round the bend
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| Oh, I was born to wander
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| I was born to roam
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| And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home
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| Oh, I was born to wander
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| I was born to roam
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| And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home |