Moddy River (Written by: Gary D. Bruce 1957)
            (Performed by: Pat Boone 1957)


Moody River more deadly than the vainest knife.
Moody River your muddy water took my baby's life.

Last Saturday evening,
Came to the old oak tree,
That 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 guy was just a friend."

Moody River more deadly than the vainest knife.
Moody River your muddy water 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 in his eyes,
And a prayer on his lips.
And the glove of his lost love,
At his fingertips.

Moody River more deadly than the vainest knife.
Moody River your muddy water took my baby's life.

Barry