| Alright
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| One, two, ready, go
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| She wasn’t bad, she wasn’t good
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| She was just what she was
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| She had a thing makes a man
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| Do the things he does
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| She had a way, a special way
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| To speak without a word
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| I swear to you, this very day
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| That this is how it all occurred
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| We was throwin' rocks in the river, counting ties on the track
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| Thinking life could not be better, living in a shack
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| Feeling love for one another, deep down in our bones
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| Standing by the water, throwin' rocks, skippin' stones
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| I was raised in New Orleans
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| She was born in Jacksonville
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| And for a time, to me it seems
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| She made the world stand still
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| Throwin' rocks in the river, counting ties on the track
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| Thinking life could not be better, living in a shack
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| Feeling love for one another, deep down in our bones
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| Standing by the water, throwin' rocks, skippin' stones
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| I came home late and I caught her
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| With a man from out of town
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| Now I wait beside the water
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| For the flood to take me down
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| Throwin' rocks in the river, counting ties on the track
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| Pouring gas on her letters and setting fire to the shack
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| Screaming bloody murder, leaving nothing but the bones
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| Standing by the water, throwin' rocks, skippin' stones
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| I am standing by the water, yeah, throwin' rocks, skippin' stones
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| (Throwin' rocks, skippin' stones)
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| (Throwin' rocks, skippin' stones)
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| (No-no-no)… |