| She’s got a 3D Jesus in a picture frame
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| Got a child she never named
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| She shakes a snake above her hair
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| Talks in tongues when there’s no one there
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| So meet me tonight by the Red River
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| Where the water is clear and cold
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| Meet me tonight by the Red River
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| And look down into your soul
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| Look down into your soul
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| She’s got a rosary and a rabbit’s foot
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| A black cat bone that keeps her good
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| A tiger tooth and a gris-gris stick
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| Still it don’t do the trick
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| So meet me tonight by the Red River
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| Where the water is clear and cold
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| Meet me tonight by the Red River
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| And look down into your soul
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| Look down into your soul
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| I’m gonna walk her down to Gypsytown
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| Find the spirit queen I’ve seen around
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| Paint her body up in mud and clay
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| Let the river wash it all away
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| So meet me tonight by the Red River
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| Where the water is clear and cold
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| Meet me tonight by the Red River
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| And look down into your soul
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| Look down into your soul
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| Look down into your soul |