| I was born and raised on the river
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| It’s the only life that I know
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| People 'round here have put a name on me
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| And I hear it wherever I go
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| They call me river boy, river boy
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| Good for nothin' river boy
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| This old world don’t hold a whole lot of joy
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| When you’re nothin' but a river boy
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| I do a lot of fishin' on the river
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| To make my livin' you see
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| When I take my catch to the market place
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| The people call out to me
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| And they say, river boy, hey river boy
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| You got any fish today there, river boy
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| I sell my ware, but nobody cares
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| About the feelin’s of the river boy
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| There’s a pretty girl works at the market place
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| I see her there everyday
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| But when I try to talk to her
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| I can hear her papa say
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| Come away from that River boy, he’s a river boy
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| Nothin' but riff-raff, them river boys
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| No girl of mine is gonna waste her time
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| On a good for nothin' river boy
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| So I head my boat back up the river
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| Back to my old fishin' place
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| I’m afraid this ol' river’s gonna overflow
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| From the tears a-fallin' down my face
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| I’m nothin' but a river boy, river boy
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| A good for nothin' river boy
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| This old world don’t hold a whole lot of joy
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| When you’re nothin' but a river boy
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| River boy, river boy
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| A good for nothin' river boy
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| River boy |