| I’m sick of trying and I’m six feet short of dying
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| This world don’t care if I’m crying
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| So tell me, where does a broken man go?
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| I don’t understand, I guess I’m kinda like my old man
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| Gonna live and die, just work with my bare hands
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| So tell me where does a broken man go?
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| I’m going down to the river, down to the river
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| That old muddy water gonna clear my mind
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| Down to the river, down to the river
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| And hope my troubles just float on by
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| Please, just float on by
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| When I was young, this world was just skipping stones
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| You could keep what you caught and take it home
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| So tell me, where did that world go?
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| At 21, that preacher took me back and dunked my head
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| I gotta get that feeling back again
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| He said Satan’s trying to take my soul
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| I’m going down to the river, down to the river
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| That old muddy water gonna clear my mind
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| Down to the river, down to the river
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| And watch my troubles just float on
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| I’m going down to the river, down to the river
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| That old muddy water gonna clear my mind
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| Down to the river, down to the river
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| And watch my troubles just float on by
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| Oh, please just float on by
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| Oh that muddy water, that old delta queen
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| I’m a calm man, it’s gonna set me free
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| Muddy water, that old delta queen
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| I’m a calm man, it’s gonna set me free
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| I’m going down to the river, down to the river
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| That old muddy water gonna clear my mind
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| Down to the river, down to the river
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| And hope my troubles float on
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| I’m going down to the river, down to the river
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| That old muddy water gonna clear my mind
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| Down to the river, down to the river
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| And watch my troubles float on by
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| Oh, please just float on by |