| C | F | C | | Now I | taught the weeping willow how | to | cry, |
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| C7 | D7 | G7 | | and I showed the clouds how to | cover up a | clear blue | sky. |
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| C | C7 | F7 | | And the | tears that I cried for that | woman are gonna | flood you Big River. |
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| C | G7 | C | G7 | C | | Then | I'm gonna sit right | here | un | til I | die. |
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I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota). |
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And it tore me up ev'ry time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl. |
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Then I heard my dream was back downstream cavortin' in Davenport, |
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And I followed you, Big River, when you called. |
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Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river). |
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A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone. |
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I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block. |
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She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone. |
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Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on. |
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Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans. |
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Go on, I"ve had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf. |
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She loves you, Big River, more than me. |
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Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry |
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and I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. |
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And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River. |
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Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die. |
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