| Pink blossoms on the Mimosa trees
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| Cicadas dancing soft and sweet
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| Sweat on his neck in the summer heat
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| Kissin' the preacher’s daughter
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| Headlights flashing in their eyes
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| The shadow of a face they recognized
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| A single shot split the night
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| Footsteps in muddy water
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| And the sun came up like the day before
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| And her sheets hadn’t been turned down
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| And the boy turned up downstream on the rocks
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| Two miles outside of town
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| She was leavin' church in a white sundress
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| Last time anybody saw her
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| Oh, what’s become of the preacher’s daughter
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| One-eyed woman with her tarot cards
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| Said she ain’t comin' back but she ain’t gone far
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| The devil’s a liar and he drives a car
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| Somewhere in Catahoula County
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| Then the sun came up like the day before
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| And her sheets hadn’t been turned down
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| And the search dogs barked on the day they laid
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| Her first love in the ground
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| The preacher’s knees buckled in the heat
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| So the deacon took over
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| And said «let us pray for the preacher’s daughter»
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| Blue lights flashin' on the riverbank
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| They held their breath as they dragged the chains
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| Hearts all sank when her beautiful face
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| Came up out of the water
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| Through her tangled hair they could see
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| She was missing one earring
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| Found the other in the back seat of the car
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| Of the deacon that couldn’t have her
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| And the sun came up like the day before
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| And her sheets hadn’t been turned down
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| When they slapped the cuffs on the deacon’s wrists
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| You could hear it all over town
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| And the headlines read «Justice At Last
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| Up From The Muddy Water…
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| The Resurrection of the Preacher’s Daughter» |