[Intro]
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[Verse]
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Frankie braids the purse-string, Cleon sets the tow
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Frankie goes to pick them over in the well
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He's never got a hat on, and the snow is all about him
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And it packs around his head like his own skin
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"Don't I hate this foolish river!", Frankie cries
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"Up and down her like a yo-yo on a string
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Go out in the morning and tear up
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Mend all your afternoon
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And all this dirty river staving by"
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Ah, but boys, you should have seen him
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Wearing the snow as you would wear your hair
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Singing, "It's a hard life for a boy on the gut"
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He's got the words wrong, but he doesn't seem to care
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And the seagulls working easy out behind him
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Cleon slides the hatch back, and he shouts down
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"Boys, we're anchored"
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And you set your coffee down and you go on deck
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But the river's humping by so fast, the snow's so flying thick
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You can't tell if she's moving or lying still
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"Don't I hate this foolish river!", Frankie cries
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"Up and down her like a yo-yo on a string
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Go out in the morning and tear up
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Mend all your afternoon
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And all this poor old river going by"
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Cleon winds the wheel and he cracks the power to her
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And she pokes her head around, but she doesn't turn
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And he takes her out of gear
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While Frankie goes to try to haul back
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He says, "I guess we've hooked the dear old State of Maine"
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Ah, but boys, you should have seen him
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Hour after hour, Cleon on that old wheel
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There's nothing out there but hard times
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Time and the flying snow
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And all that pretty river rolling by
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Oh, but boys it makes me wonder
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Hour after hour, Cleon on that old wheel
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There's nothing to see but hard times
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Time and the flying snow
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But Cleon watches day and night and day