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There's this place that I used to go way down in Louisiane
In the parish of Ouachita at a place called Buckhorn Bend
Where the pecan trees was a hundred feet tall and the levy ran through the yard
I swear those ol' muddy waters still hold a piece of my heart
Ohh let the river flow
Ohh let the river flow
Into my soul till it runs in the blood in my veins
In my veins
Well grandaddy and me would sit under a tree with some sweet tea and a fishing pole
He always told my I was the best fisherman in the world
Then I hooked that alligator gar and I tell you life sure was fine
Just as fine as the wine that he made from the vine of the muscadine
Ohh let the river flow
Ohh let the river flow
Into my soul till it runs in the blood in my viens
In my veins
There's this place that I used to go way down in Louisiane
In the parish of Ouachita at a place called Buckhorn Bend
Where the pecan trees was a hundred feet tall and the levy ran through the yard
I swear those old muddy waters still hold a piece of my heart
Ohh let the river flow
Ohh let the river flow
Into my soul till it runs in the blood in my veins
In my veins
In my veins

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