| I’m gonna drive down to the river,
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| If the river runs dry, then I will find, some muddy water.
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| I got something to confess,
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| I had to do something, that I ain’t proud of,
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| Well sometimes a boy has to be a man,
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| So I raised my hand and I pulled the trigger.
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| I’m gonna drive down to the river,
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| If the river runs dry, they won’t catch me,
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| I’m gonna drive down to the river,
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| If the river runs dry, then I will find, some muddy water.
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| I was born and raised in a small town,
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| In a poor family I was the third son,
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| Could anyone believe what I’ve become,
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| With a cold blooded hand and a loaded gun.
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| I’m gonna drive down to the river,
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| If the river runs dry, they won’t catch me,
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| I’m gonna drive down to the river,
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| If the river runs dry, then I will find, some muddy water.
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| There is no three steps to heaven for me,
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| But no one should take theft from my property,
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| I know it’s gonna follow me to the grave,
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| How could I find some peace and harmony.
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| A certain death is coming my way,
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| But I know I’ll stand tall on the judgement day,
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| Time will tell of what’s yet to come,
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| Even if in this river the water may be gone.
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| I’m gonna drive down to the river,
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| If the river runs dry, they won’t catch me,
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| I’m gonna drive down to the river,
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| If the river runs dry, they won’t catch me,
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| I’m gonna drive down to the river,
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| If the river runs dry, then they will find, some muddy water. |