<< Moody River >>
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--- Pat Boone
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CHORUS
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Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife
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Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life
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Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree
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It stands beside the river where you were to meet me
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On the ground your glove I found
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With a note addressed to me
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It read "Dear love, I've done you wrong"
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"Now I must set you free"
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"No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin"
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"I just couldn't tell you that guy was just a friend"
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CHORUS
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I looked into the muddy water and what could I see?
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I saw a lonely, lonely face just lookin' back at me
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Tears in his eyes and a prayer on his lips
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And the glove of his lost love at his fingertips
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CHORUS
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Moody River
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| Pat Boone |
