Well I was shacked up down in the mobile
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With a girl from New York city
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She woke me up one night to tell me
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That we weren't alone.
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She said she saw the ghost
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of a woman staring at me
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I told her not to worry
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But in the morning when I woke up,She was gone
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So I headed on to Florida
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Where I tangled with some sailors
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And as I laid bloody on the wharf
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I cursed the ship they sailed on
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Wouldn't you know,twenty four hours later
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That ship sank into the ocean
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Disapearing like an unwanted memory
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Beneath the waves
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I guess it's 'cause, still waters run,
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Run deep in me
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Cause I got this crazy way...
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Crazy way I'm swimming in still waters.
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And I was woke up just before dawn
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By an old man crying in the rain.
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He was drunk and he was lonely
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And as he passed by he sang a hymn.
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And as I lay there listening,
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Well I almost joined him in that song...
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But instead I just held my peace,
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And waited 'till that old man moved along.
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Then later on that day about
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A quarter mile out of town,
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I found his body hanging in
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A grove of pines, swaying in the wind.
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And as he swang that rope sang another hymn
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To Jesus,
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And this time though I don't know why,
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I somehow felt inclined to sing along.
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I guess it's cause, still waters run,
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Run deep in me
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' Cause I got this crazy way...
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crazy way I'm swimming in still waters.
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Yes and there are projects for the dead
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And there are projects for the living...
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Thought I must confess sometimes
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I get confused by that distinction...
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And I just throw myself into the arms
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Of that which would betray me.
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I guess to see how far Providence
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Will stoop down just to save me.
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And it's all because, still waters run,
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Run deep in me...
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'Cause I've got this crazy way...
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Crazy way I'm swimming in still waters
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Still Waters
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Jim White |