I used to be a riverboat captain
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Before the mutiny, woah Lord
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I used to be a down-home funk prescriber
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On the banks of the river Jubilee
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Eating lotus with my brother
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We spun a tale
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That left him at the bottom of the river
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And me in a local jail
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Build a boat out of wood and memories
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Watch it slip through the night
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We sailed our sad little vessel
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Going down to Saint Mary's County
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That's where I met your mother, dear
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Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay-lay-lady love
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With your eyes on fire
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Lady love
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With your eyes on fire
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If he won't dance with you
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I'm sure you can find my shoulder
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If he won't dance with you
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I'm sure you can find my shoulder
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Morgan Creek had a lesson for me
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It seemed to drift down from above
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It said steer clear of that whiskey bottle
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Or you'll lose the ones you love
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Build a dream out of time and circumstance
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Dreamt it'd be about every night
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God sailed my sad little soul
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Going down to Saint Mary's County
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That's where I met your mother, dear
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Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay-lay-lady love
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I see my brother and band of the angels darling
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On the other side of that river bed
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Gonna drag me back to Jubilee my son
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Gonna drag me back to Jubilee
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Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay-lay-Lady love
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With your eyes on fire
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Lady love
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With your eyes on fire
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The River; 1873
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Virginia Coalition |