(Gary Daniel Bruce)
JOHNNY BURNETTE (LIBERTY LRP-3206, 1962)
(Moody river, ooh-ooh, moody river, ooh-ooh)
Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy waters took my baby's life
Last Saturday evening, came to the old oak tree
It stands beside the river, where you were to meet me
On the ground your glove I found, with a note addressed to me
It read, dear love I've done you wrong, now I must set you free
No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin
I just couldn't tell you, that that guy was just a friend
Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy waters took my baby's life
I looked into the muddy waters and what could I see?
I saw a lonely lonely face just looking back at me
Tears is his eyes, and a prayer on his lips
A glove of his lost love at his fingertips
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comMoody river, more deadly than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy waters took my baby's life