| Wasting away on the mighty Mississippi
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| Hoping god forgives me for my sins
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| Well starlight stained steamboats, and a rich man clears his throat
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| Took a sip of whiskey from his glass
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| The piano plays softly and his daughter screamed, «get off me»
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| His wife she died a few years back
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| He drinks and drinks for days but the memories they stay
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| And the tears they flow like alcohol
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| Well his daughter she loves me, said she’s always thinkin of me
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| That’s why I stand here on this boat today
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| I watched a rich man clear his throat
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| But what that rich man doesn’t know is that I’ll take his life away
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| Please forgive me god for the things I’ve done
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| I could hide my problems, I could run
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| But it was I who held the gun, and I am the setting sun
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| And I promise I will never, ever run
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| I said, «take me down where the lovers died.»
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| Where those steamboats don’t go, and that Mississippi flows all night
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| Wastin' away where the lovers died
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| Wastin away on the mighty Mississippi
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| Hoping god forgives me for my sins
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| Well It was I who held the gun and I am the setting sun
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| And I promise I will never, ever run |