| I can’t say looking back right now
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| Just where our love went wrong
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| But the hard cold fact is she’s not here she’s gone
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| Made me a promise she’d be true till the rivers all ran dry
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| The rivers still runnin' but she’s long said goodbye
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| That’s why I’m down on the bottom
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| Where the Moccasin’s King and the big tall cypress grow
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| Seems the only place that a country boy
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| Can find some peace of mind
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| And get back up, is on the bottom
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| Got friends in the world outside
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| But none quite like ol' Cajun Joe
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| He lives down a slough where the river used to flow
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| Worked real hard most of his life
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| Till the pushin' came to shove
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| Gave it all he had but he just couldn’t rise above
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| That’s why he’s down at the bottom
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| Where the alligator swims and the old grey moss hangs low
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| Seems the only place that a country boy
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| Can find some piece of mind
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| And get back up, is on the bottom
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| I can get back up, here on the bottom
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| On the Natchez river bottom… |