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Last Saturday evening
I came to the old oak tree
It stands beside the river
Where you were to meet meOn the ground your glove I found
With a note addressed to me
And it read, "Dear Love, I've done you wrong
Now I must set you free"Moody River, more deadly
Than the vainest knife
Moody River, your muddy waters
Took my baby's lifeLooked into your muddy water
And what did I see
I saw a lonely, lonely man
Just looking back at meTears in his eyes
And a prayer on his lips
And with the glove of his lost love
There at his finger tipsMoody River, more deadly
Than the vainest knife
Moody River, your muddy waters

Took my baby's lifeMoody River, your muddy waters
Took my baby's life

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Arthel Lane "Doc" Watson (March 3, 1923, Deep Gap, North Carolina – May 29, 2012, Winston-Salem, North Carolina) was a guitar player, banjo player, songwriter and singer of bluegrass, folk, country, blues and gospel music. Doc played guitar in both flatpicking and fingerpicking style, but was best known for his flatpick work. His virtuosity combined with his authenticity as a mountain musician made him a highly influential figure during the folk music revival.

Read more about Doc Watson on Last.fm.


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