Can't lose the taste of this river mud,
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Black water in my lungs.
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They say you can't step in the same river twice
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Well I've been stepping in this river seems like most my life.
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So sharpen up those dragging hooks
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Tie that sheep shank tight
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Cast into the river boys
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We're dragging for those lost years tonight.
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There's a man whose lost his wife
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Said she'd be home by eight,
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But that was well on three weeks ago
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Now he's walking those banks searching for clues to her fate.
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See that girl she's lost her boy
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Flash flood stole him away.
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Now she keeps a vigil on that suspension bridge
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Praying for that river to return him one day.
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So sharpen up those dragging hooks
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Tie that clove hitch tight
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Cast into the river boys
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We're dragging for lost love tonight.
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Can't lose the taste of this river mud
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Black water in my lungs.
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They say even the weariest river in the end will find the sea
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But here among the cat tails all we discuss is breaking free
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So sharpen up those dragging hooks
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Tie that sheep shank tight
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Cast into the water boys
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We're dragging for lost souls tonight.
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Dragging Hooks (River Song Trilogy: Part III)
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| Cowboy Junkies |
