| It’s quiet on the river this morning
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| Ain’t nobody on the water but me But the sun is comin' on And it won’t be long
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| 'Fore there’s a little more wake
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| Comin' in this creek
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| I put the lines out in the
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| Water in the morning
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| They’ll be loaded by the end of the day
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| I put a trap or two in the wolf gut slough
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| They’ll be full if I’m lucky that way
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| I crossed that line with that woman of mine
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| She sent me on down that way
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| Now I’m making noise with the alligator boys
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| Twenty miles east of Gauttier
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| The river got outta the banks, sweet darlin'
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| Probably up into the roots by now
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| But there ain’t no harrassin' this ole fish assassin
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| I’m gonna get 'em in the boat somehow
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| We gonna fry a mess of fish in the evening
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| Me and whoever else is around
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| And that baby of mine might be mad at me but
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| Believe me, she’ll be coming on down
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| I crossed that line with that woman of mine
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| She sent me on down that way
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| Now I’m making noise with the alligator boys
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| Twenty miles east of Gauttier |