On a Friday night where I grew up
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There ain't a whole lot you can do
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The same ole' faces the same ole' places
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Ain't nothin' ever new
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After the football game we'd hang around
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The high school parking lot
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Then we'd pile into a couple of cars
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And head off to our favorite spot
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Down to the river
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We went to the river
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My Sophomore year was a carbon copy
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Of the ones that came before
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'Til a night in late November
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That shook us all down to the core
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We'd won the game by twenty points
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Couldn't wait to celebrate
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But our lead car was goin' way too fast
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They never even hit the breaks
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They went into the river
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Deep in the river
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We buried Laurie Mabrey
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In the clothes that she'd been wearin'
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Her cheerleader outfit never looked
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So out of place
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That sweater and that pleated skirt
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Of blue and white and crimson
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Just didn't belong in that shiny silver case
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I moved here to Nashville
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On May 12th '89
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And I started gettin' letters once a week
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From this friend of mine
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I'd gone to school with Christine Thuro
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From kindergarten on
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She'd say hang in there 'cause
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I just know you're gonna be a star
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She and her boyfriend and a couple of kids
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I guess she met through him
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Set out for the Marais Des Cygne
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To try to cool off by takin' a swim
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There'd been a lot of rain that summer
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And the current was too strong
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I heard that they did all they could
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But Christine she was gone
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Into the river
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She died there in the river
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I was baptized in that same water
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Gave my soul to Jesus
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How can such a peaceful place
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Be filled with so much pain
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'Cause two young mothers lost their daughters
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Right there for no reason
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I swear I'll never go down there again
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Back to the river
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That mean ole' river
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That beautiful river
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That damn ole' river
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That damn ole' river
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The River
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Chely Wright |