| Your mama used to worry about that big muddy river
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| Honey do your remember?
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| You let the screen door slam when you stepped off the front porch
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| Then your mama calling don’t be late
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| And I’d hear your daddy holler «Son she’s my only daughter»
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| You’d stick your nose in the honeysuckle down by the gate
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| I could still hear your mama calling «don't go near the water»
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| We fell right in
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| Went over our head
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| But we didn’t go near the water
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| Nothing beats the young and sweet
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| And the nights got hotter and hotter
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| We were sure enough getting our feet wet mama
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| But we didn’t go near the water
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| We’d hear the rocking chair squeaking
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| As you sneaked up the back stairs
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| Mama waiting like a grizzly bear
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| Had to get the honeysuckle out of your hair
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| But in the morning light
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| You’d look her right in the eye
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| It wasn’t a lie
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| We didn’t go near the water
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| We fell right in
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| Went over our head
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| But we didn’t go near the water
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| Nothing beats the young and sweet
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| And the nights got hotter and hotter
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| We were sure enough getting our feet wet mama
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| But we didn’t go near the water
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| Your mama used to worry about that big muddy river
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| She should’ve worried about me
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| 'Cause we were sure enough getting our feet wet mama
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| But we didn’t go near the water
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| Didn’t go near the water
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| Didn’t go near the water yeah |