She don't look like her mother
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Nothing like her father
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How else can you explain it must be something in the water
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Pig tails, overalls, freckles on her face
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Skinny as a toothpick turned side ways,
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Something happened to her when she turned sixteen,
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From a little Dixie Chicken to a Mississippi Queen,
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She spent her days a fishin with a bamboo cane
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Every night skinny dippin in the Ponchatrain
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IF you were living breatin, had two feet
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You would be stalking that girl cause she looked so sweet
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You could always find her when the night time fell,
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Drinking of a bucket from an old stone well,
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Drinking from her hand,
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Dancing to the moon,
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She don't look like her mother, nothing like her father,
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How else can you explain it must be something in the water.
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I never will forget that look in her eye
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The night she took me down to the riverside,
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She wrapped herself around me like a honey suckle vine
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An let me have a taste of wild cherry wine
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You could always find her when the nighttime fell
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Drinking of a bucket from an old stone well
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Drinking from her hand
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Singing to the moon
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She don't look like her mother
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Nothing like her father
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Folks round here say it's something in the water
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Two straight months without any rain
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I never ever saw that girl again
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But I still got her picture
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Burning in my head
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Dancing in a downpour
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Soaking wet.
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You could always find when the night time fell
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Drinking of a buck of an old stone well
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Drinking from her hand howling at the moon
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She don't look like her mother nothing like her father
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How else can you explain it must be something in the water
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She don't look like her mother nothing like her father
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Folks round here say it something in the water
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Something In The Water
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| Little Feat |
