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Well my name is Darwin Lyin
And I work on the Grand Trunk line
Movin' lumber down at the Muir Station
Keeping all of the engines on time

I work for Mr. Blanchard
Though I never met the man
I take his honest wages
And I come home with two tired hands

And it looks like it's raining
For the third time today
And I pray it keeps coming down
Till' the river
Takes me away

She was standing on the platform
With a postcard in her hand
Even though my shy heart was racing
I inquired did she have a man

She looked down at the walkway
And the wind danced in her hair
She told me she was a widow
As she whispered a silent prayer

And it looks like it's raining
For the third time today
And I pray it keeps coming down
Till the river
Till the river
Till the river
Takes me away

I would court her through the autumn
Till' finally she would agree
We were married down on the Maple River
Neath' the shade of the old redbud tree

Most days I spent at the parlor
And the drink got the best part of me
Till' I stumbled alone to the home that we made
Just to find she decided to leave

Now I lay here in this gutter
While the poison rushes my veins
And I curse this god forsaken fever
That could drive any poor man insane

And it looks like it's raining
For the third time today
And I pray it keeps coming down
Till the river
Till the river
Till the river
Takes me away