Moody river more deadly than the natalest night
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Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life.
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Last Saturday evening I came to the old oak tree
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That stands beside the river where you were to meet me.
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On the ground your glove I found with a note addressed to me
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It readA?: 'Dear love, I've done you wrong, 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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Moody river more deadly than the natalest night
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Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life.
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I looked into the muddy water and what could I seeA??
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I saw a lonely, lonely face just looking back at me.
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Tears in his eyes and the prayer on his lips
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And the glove of his lost love was at his fingertips.
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Moody river more deadly than the natalest night
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Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life.
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Moody river more deadly than the natalest night
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Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life.
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Moody River
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| John Fogerty |
