Blue and red lights lit up the woods like a road flare on the streets Helicopters circled high in the sky trying to find her through the trees Mary Ann took a ride with a boy unknown from the beginning it didn?t feel right Well he forced, she fought, and when she said no well he took off with her life Well he was a dealer from Memphis, posing as a teenager trying to get his way Well he knew it was quiet and no one would find her down Iroquois Lane Now the river runs slow, but in it contains, the lost stories of old Through the blackness of the night, the river hides the cold, dark quiet Through the years it?s told that these stories arise and they never end the right way And the blackness fills the night when the devil?s out to play Come inside my little child he?ll sing through the night Stay away, stay away he?s got you in his sight Now the river runs slow, but in it contains, the lost stories of old Through the blackness of the night, the river hides the cold, dark quiet Easy to get lost, easy to get scared Well your mama always told you, child, better not catch you down there Iroquois Lane You could smell the anhydrous floating through the backwoods Knew there was something wrong There were creatures of the night running to the river to deliver their goods they were living on On of the was packing with a badge to hide and send them to the state pen He was caught in the fire, blocked in the holler and outnumbered by ten Now the river runs slow, but in it contains, the lost stories of old Through the blackness of the night, the river hides the cold, dark quiet quiet quiet Easy to get lost, easy to get scared Well your mama always told you, child, better not catch you down there Iroquois Lane Iroquois Lane Iroquois Lane
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