Pink blossoms on the Mimosa trees
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Cicadas dancing soft and sweet
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Sweat on his neck in the summer heat
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Kissin' the preacher's daughter
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Headlights flashing in their eyes
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The shadow of a face they recognized
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A single shot split the night
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Footsteps in muddy water
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And the sun came up like the day before
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And her sheets hadn't been turned down
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And the boy turned up downstream on the rocks
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Two miles outside of town
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She was leavin' church in a white sundress
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Last time anybody saw her
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Oh, what's become of the preacher's daughter
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One-eyed woman with her tarot cards
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Said she ain't comin' back but she ain't gone far
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The devil's a liar and he drives a car
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Somewhere in Catahoula County
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Then the sun came up like the day before
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And her sheets hadn't been turned down
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And the search dogs barked on the day they laid
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Her first love in the ground
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The preacher's knees buckled in the heat
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So the deacon took over
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And said "let us pray for the preacher's daughter"
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Blue lights flashin' on the riverbank
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They held their breath as they dragged the chains
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Hearts all sank when her beautiful face
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Came up out of the water
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Through her tangled hair they could see
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She was missing one earring
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Found the other in the back seat of the car
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Of the deacon that couldn't have her
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And the sun came up like the day before
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And her sheets hadn't been turned down
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When they slapped the cuffs on the deacon's wrists
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You could hear it all over town
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And the headlines read "Justice At Last
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Up From The Muddy Water...
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The Resurrection of the Preacher's Daughter"
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Preacher's Daughter
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Maggie Rose |