With that he cold New England wind
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Blowin' through my hair
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As my blood and whisky
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run through me as one
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didn't anybody hear her silent scream
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didn't anybody see his twisted grin
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All the neighbours wept and cried
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By her shallow grave
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and her momma prayed the lord her soul to take
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and her daddy stood alone he swore revenge
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and the haunted river flowed with blood again
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Late one night he crossed
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The river by himself
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The waters surged to reach for him through the night
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And the storm raged on and on
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on and on and on and on
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Everybody wondered what ever happened to
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The old reverend Brown who preaches Sunday mess
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and the sea turned calm and blue
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by the oceans door
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and the haunted river flowed with blood no more
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Haunted River
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Brian Setzer Orchestra |