(Bobby Pinson/Jeremy Spillman)
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Way down at the bottom of the river
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There's a locket with a picture of me
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She drowned what I thought was forever
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She locked up our love and lost the key
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A friend of mine heard from a friend of hers
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She was workin' on last name number three
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There was a time I'd have relished those words
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But I'm not where I used to be
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Way down
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Weighted down at the bottom
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I almost drown in a shallow dream
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A light shined down and life was waiting at the top when
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I let go of the past that was draggin me
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Way down an Oklahoma highway
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There's a cafe where they'll remember me
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I broke down by a payphone in the hallway
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Put my fist through a drywall sheet
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I hit a wall trying to find some kinda way
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To find some peace
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Buried it all when I dug a grave for all the
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Pain that was pulling me
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Way down
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Weighted down at the bottom
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I almost drown in a shallow dream
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A light shined down and life was waiting at the top when
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I let go of the past that was dragging me
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Way down
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Way down
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Way down, way down, way down, way down
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Way Down
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| Bobby Pinson |
