Blue and red lights lit up the woods like a flare on the streets circled high in the sky trying to find her through the trees Mary Ann took a ride with a boy unknown from the it didnt feel right he forced, she fought, and when she said no well he took off with her life Well he was a dealer from Memphis, posing as a trying to get his way Well he knew it was quiet and no one find her down Iroquois Lane
Now the runs slow, but in it contains, the lost stories of old Through the blackness of the night, the river hides the cold, quiet
Through the years its told that these stories and they never end the right way And the blackness fills the when the devils out to play Come inside my little hell sing through the night Stay away, away hes got you in his sight
Now the river runs slow, but in it contains, the lost of old the blackness of the night, the river hides the cold, dark quiet Easy to get lost, easy to get your mama always told you, child, better not catch you down there Iroquois
You could smell the floating through the backwoods, there was something wrong There creatures of the night running to the river to deliver their goods they were living on On of the was packing with a badge to hide and send to the state pen He was caught in the fire, in the holler and outnumbered by ten
Now the river runs slow, but in it contains, the stories of old Through the blackness of the night, the hides the cold, dark quiet quiet quiet Easy to get lost, easy to get Well your mama always told you, child, better not catch you down Lane
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