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Over the Waterfall

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I thought I knew what I was doing I was wrong
Mistakes I’ve made and lived to tell I tell them in a song
I knew a river wide and deep, her banks were very tall
At one end was a mountain stream, the other was a waterfall, boys
The other was a waterfall

I asked the old man by the river, he did not recall
The last attempt to ride a barrel over the waterfall
The ferry boatman, he did tell me that the chance was very small
None survived who went alive over the waterfall, boys
Over the waterfall

So I built myself an oaken barrel and inside I did crawl
I broke the record but I broke my back going over the waterfall
And it’s been my luck to live to tell the only tale I can
It don’t hurt you when you fall – only when you land, boys
Only when you land

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