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Pine Island Bayou
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my poor Uncle Jimmy Turk
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he got his house full of water and dirt
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in that flood of '94 Pine Island Bayou
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came thru his door
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In that flood of '94
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that devil rain began t'poor
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it swelled the banks of the Sabine
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those waters dark and warm and mean
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when that bayou began to crest
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my Uncle Jimmy did his best
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t'save his family and his home
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to this day you can hear him moan
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