The song came and went
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Like the times that we spent
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Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent
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I laughed and she'd smile
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It would last for a while
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You don't know what you got till you lose it all again
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Listen to the mandolin rain
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Listen to the music on the lake
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Listen to my heart break
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Every time she runs away
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Listen to the banjo wind
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A sad song drifting low
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Listen to the tears roll
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Down my face as she turns to go
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A cool evening dance
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Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill
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From the air till they play the last song
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I'll do my time
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Keeping you off my mind
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But there's moments that I find
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I'm not feeling so strong
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Listen to the mandolin rain
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Listen to the music on the lake
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Listen to my heart break
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Every time she runs away
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Listen to the banjo wind
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A sad song drifting low
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Listen to the tears roll
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Down my face as she turns to go
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Running down by the lakeshore
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She did love the sound of a summer storm
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It played on the lake like a mandolin
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Now it's washing her away once again
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The boat's steaming in
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I watch the sidewheel spin
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And I think about her when
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I hear that whistle blow
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I can't change my mind
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I knew all the time
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That she'd go
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But that's a choice I made long ago
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Listen to the mandolin rain
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Listen to the music on the lake
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Listen to my heart break
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Every time she runs away
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Listen to the banjo wind
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A sad song drifting low
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Listen to the tears roll
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Down my face as she turns to go
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When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
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And the hot sun chills me to the bone
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When I can't hear the song for the singer
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And I can't tell my pillow from a stone
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I will walk alone by the black muddy river
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And sing me a song of my own
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I will walk alone by the black muddy river
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And sing me a song of my own
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When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
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And the stars start to splatter in the sky
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When the moon hits the southwest horizon
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With the scream of an eagle on the fly
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I will walk alone by the black muddy river
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And listen to the ripples as they moan
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I will walk alone by the black muddy river
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And sing me a song of my own
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Black muddy river, roll on forever
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I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side
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Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll
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When it seems like the night will last forever
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And there's nothing left to do but count the years
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When the strings of my heart begin to sever
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And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears
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I will walk alone, by the black muddy river
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And dream me a dream of my own
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I will walk alone, by the black muddy river
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And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own
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Mandolin Rain / Black Muddy River
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| Bruce Hornsby |
