| I moor my boat on the old Stono
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| That river take you anywhere
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| That you wanna go
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| I moor my boat on the old Stono
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| That river take you anywhere
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| That you wanna go
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| Sail on the Ashley or the Edisto
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| But don’t get caught in the mud
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| When the tide gets low
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| There’s so much rivers
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| Where I live down south
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| The ocean pours outta
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| The river’s mouth
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| And the fish don’t care
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| If they’re fresh or brine
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| When theyr’re frying in that cast iron
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| Skillet of mine
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| I moor my boat in the old Stono
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| That river take you anywhere
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| That you wanna go
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| Sail on the Ashley or the Edisto
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| But don’t get caught in the mud
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| When the tide gets low
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| I gotta sister on Wadmalaw
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| She floats all day in the Ledenwah
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| One day she left the chickens in charge
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| And floated off to Heaven on a party barge
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| I moor my boat in the old Stono
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| That river take you anywhere
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| That you wanna go
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| Sail on the Ashley or the Edisto
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| But don’t get caught in the mud
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| When the tide gets low
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| The mayor borrowed
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| All of the money he need
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| To put in a bridge
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| With deliberate speed
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| Then they cut down the oaks
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| With a tip of his hat
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| And God will never
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| Forgive him for that
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| Jasmine grown wild
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| High in the trees
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| Smells like Heaven
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| But it grows like a weed
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| You don’t need much
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| To be happy
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| The boat cost money
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| But the shrimp is free
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| Rebellion runs in the blood
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| Round here
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| Runs in the water and earth
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| Down here
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| It was a conflagration
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| That first caught fire
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| On the the 9th of 9, 1739
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| I moor my boat in the old Stono
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| That river take you anywhere
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| That you wanna go
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| Sail in the Ashley or the Edisto
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| But don’t get caught in the mud
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| When the tide gets low |