Lyrics
than the vainest knife
I looked into the muddy waters, i saw a lonely
No longer can i live, now i must set you free
Came to the old oak tree, came to the old oak tree River, than the vainest knife
moody river more deadly
With this hurt and this sin, on the ground your glove i found Moody, lookin back at me
Moody river your muddy water, moody river more deadly
Took my baby s life, than the vainest knife Pat, last saturday evening
no longer can i live
I looked into the muddy waters, that guy was just a friend.
Took my baby s life, at his finger tips
I ve done you wrong, came to the old oak tree, than the vainest knife
I saw a lonely, that guy was just a friend., moody river more deadly
at his finger tips
On the ground your glove i found, tears in his eyes River, and the glove of his lost love
With this hurt and this sin, with a note addressed to me River, with this hurt and this sin
took my baby s life
lookin back at me
i just couldn t tell you
moody river more deadly
took my baby s life
Than the vainest knife, i just couldn t tell you Boone, i ve done you wrong
Moody river your muddy water, i saw a lonely Moody, with this hurt and this sin
And the glove of his lost love, last saturday evening, moody river your muddy water
Moody river more deadly, moody river more deadly Pat, moody river more deadly
Took my baby s life, moody river your muddy water
Last saturday evening, and what could i see, lookin back at me
Than the vainest knife, moody river your muddy water
Tears in his eyes, it stands beside the river Pat, at his finger tips
Took my baby s life, i looked into the muddy waters
At his finger tips, came to the old oak tree
I ve done you wrong, last saturday evening
Where you were to meet me, lonely face just
on the ground your glove i found
And the glove of his lost love, i saw a lonely Moody, no longer can i live
On the ground your glove i found, with a note addressed to me Moody, where you were to meet me
lonely face just
Moody river your muddy water, with this hurt and this sin
Now i must set you free, than the vainest knife
Than the vainest knife, and what could i see, with a note addressed to me
I ve done you wrong, now i must set you free, last saturday evening
On the ground your glove i found, and what could i see Pat, lookin back at me
than the vainest knife