| Going down to the river bank
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| Half past drunk on wine
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| Camellia and the cat tails swayin'
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| All around me
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| Her lips drip sweet like honeydew
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| Her voice sings like a silver chime
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| Love feeling washing all over me
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| Baby I’m drowning
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| But to have our hearts together
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| There ain’t nothing that I wouldn’t do
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| I’d even rope down the morning sun
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| If you asked me to
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| Sweet Camellia I’d like to steal you
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| Away from all the troubles in your life
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| Through the vines I see you climbing
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| Camellia what’s it gonna take to make you mine
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| It’s a long ride down from Pontiac
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| Through the mud sleet and the grime
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| Make that push across the Ottawa River
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| On down the border line
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| Gonna feel just like the delta
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| When you put your little hand in mine
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| Sit back in that bucket seat baby
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| And settle in for the ride
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| We can chase down forgiveness
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| We can sail across the sea
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| We can go where they’re never gonna find us
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| Sweet camellia you and me
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| Give the jury a guilty plea
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| Ain’t no deal that I wouldn’t make
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| Just to fill this fantasy |