written by Steven J. Athanas
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The fish out here are jumpin’
the river it is deep.
I crawled into a hollow log
and I promptly fell asleep
And the reason that I’m out here
has nearly lost her heart.
It don’t matter how the river runs
when your life’s been torn apart.
Skipaway, skipaway,
Skipaway like a stone on the river
Skipaway
Holly Mae you know I love you
and that I cannot help.
Ev’ry time I think you’re gonna leave
I get a rash up on my scalp
And if I had my druthers
and Jesus were my friend,
I’d jump your bod, I swear to God
until the very end
-chorus-
So I called up Buckshot Billy
and I e-mailed Lazy Tom.
But till the day I die, I’ll wonder why
I went and told my Mom
I’m gonna jump into this water
give the fishies my last wink.
I guess I’ve thrown my last stone
and the river is my last drink
-chorus-
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