| Down by the riverbank in the old bayou
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| I’m digging a grave into mud just for you
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| And the hardest rains always come from Tupelo
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| The hardest rains always come from Tupelo
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| Blinded by the moonshine from Mexico
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| I’m singing my blues waiting for the death row
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| And the hardest rains always come from Tupelo
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| another dead baby born in Tupelo
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| Do you believe in god do you believe in Jesus Christ
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| Have mercy on me lord I must have been blind
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| Got a beast inside that I sometimes just can’t hide
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| When the wolfsbane blooms and shadows come alive
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| Death will be my bride |