| My granddad used to tell me, «Boy, when I was just your age, I was a river
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| pilot on a showboat called The Stage.
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| I’d hobnob with them southern belles and ev’ry roustabout. |
| I’d listen to them
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| paddle wheels and hear the leadsman shout!
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| Chorus:
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| Mark Twain, it’s two fathoms deep below. |
| Mark Twain, heave the gang plank.
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| Start the show.
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| Mark Twain, play those banjos as we go down the Mississippi, 'round the Gulf of Mexico.
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| There were gamblers, crooks and fakers and a minstrel man who’d dance.
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| A singin' gal, Simone Lamour, imported straight from France.
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| It was a floatin' palace, boy, that showboat called The Stage, and granddad was
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| the king of it when he was just my age."
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| (Chorus)
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| The calliope is quiet now. |
| The rudder’s thick with rust. |
| The main deck and the
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| paddle wheels are covered high with dust.
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| But granddad’s in his glory, still standin' on the bow. |
| A halo 'round his
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| pilot’s cap and I can hear him now.
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| (Chorus) |