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‘One Deep River (Deluxe)' Sparkling diamonds From out of a stash They told me I could take ‘em And turn ‘em into cash I took ‘em to the corner To the dolly shop man He said, son, I should inform you Just so you understand I’m not an operator I’m not here to take you in I’m not here to tell your fortune Or listen to your sins I got nothing to sell you I would never rob or steal But I’ll be sure to tell you If your diamonds ain’t for real That’s why you can trust me You know you can You’re getting it straight At the regular rate From the dolly shop man It’s always open season Somebody looking for a slice There ain’t no rhyme or reason To the tumbling dice I got nothing to sell you I would never rob or steal But I’ll be sure to tell you If your diamonds ain’t for real A parcel of preachers Talking heaven and hell They never quit the speeches They’re always doing well I got nothing to sell
