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She don't look like her mother Nothin like her father How else can you explain it There must be somethin in the water Pigtails, overalls, freckles on her face Skinny as a toothpick turned sideways Somethin happened to her when she turned 16 From a little Dixie chicken to a Mississippi queen hey hey Spent her days a fishin with a bamboo cain Every night skinny dippin in the Pontchartrain If you were livin, breathin, had two feet You'd be drawn to that girl like a bee to something sweet You could always find her when the night time fell Crankin up a bucket from that old stone well Drinkin from her hands Singin at the moon She don't look like her mother Nothin like her father How else can you explain it There must be somethin in the water I'll never forget that look in her eyes The night she snuck me down to the river side She wrapped her arms around me like a honeysuckle vine Her lips they had a taste of wild cherry wine You could always find her when the night time fell Crankin up a bucket from that old stone well Drinkin from her hands Singin at the moon She don't look like her mother Nothin like her father How else can you explain it There must be somethin in the water Wekk twi straight months without any rain We never ever saw that girl again But I still got her picture burning in my head Danin in a down pour soaking wet. You could always find her when the night time fell Crankin up a bucket from that old stone well Drinkin from her hands Singin at the moon She don't look like her mother Nothin like her father How else can you explain it There must be somethin in the water She don't look like her mother Nothin like her father Folks down here say it somethin in the water ~Repeat and fade~ |