The Weeks - Steamboat
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EWasting away on the mighty Mississippi
EHoping god forgives me for my sBins
BWell starlight stained steamboats,
Band a rich man clears his throaA#/At
ATook a sip of whisEkey from his glass
EThe piano plays softly and his daughter screamed, "get off me"
EHis wife she died a few years Bback
BHe drinks and drinks for days
Bbut the memories they stay A#/A
AAnd the tears they flow likeE alcohol
EWell his daughter she loves me,
Esaid she's always thinkin of me
EThat's why I stand here on thBis boat today
BI watched a rich man clear his throat, But what thatA#/A rich man doesn't know
Ais that I'll take his Elife away
EPlease forgive me god, For the things I've done
EI could hide my problems,
EI coulBd run
BBut it was I who held the gun, and I aA#/Am the setting sun
AAnd I promise I will neverE, ever run
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BI said, Dbm"Ab;takeB me down where the loAbvers diedA."
Where those steaBmboats don't go,
and that MC#ississippi flows all nAbight E
EWastin' away where the lBovers diAbed E
EWastin away on the mighty Mississippi
EHoping god forgives me for my sinBs
BWell It was I who held the gun
Band I am the setting A#/Asun
AAnd I promise I will never, evEer run