She don;t look like her mother    Nothing like her father   How else can you explain it must be something in the water      Pig tails, overalls, freckles on her face   Skinny as a toothpick turned side ways,    Something happened to her when she turned sixteen,    From a little Dixie Chicken to a Mississippi Queen,       She spent her days a fishin with a bamboo cane    every night skinny dippin in the Ponchatrain   IF you were living breatin, had two feet   you would be stalking that girl cause she looked so sweet      You could always find her when the night time fell,    Drinkin of a bucket from an old stone well,    Drinking from her hand,    dancing to the moon,    She don't look like her mother, nothing like her father,    How else can you explain it must be something in the water.       I never will forget that look in her eye   The night she took me down to the riverside,    She wrapped herself around me like a honey suckle vine   An let me have a taste of wild cherry wine   You could always find her when the nighttime fell    Drinking of a bucket from an old stone well   Drinking from her hand    Singing to the moon   She dont look like her mother   Nothing like her father   Folks round here say it's something in the water      Two straight months without any rain   I never ever saw that girl again   But I still got her picture   Burning in my head   Dancing in a downpour    soaking wet.    You could always find when the night time fell   Drinking of a buck of an old stone well   Drinking from her hand howling at the moon   She dont look like her mother nothing like her father   How else can you explain it must be something in the water   She dont look like her mother nothing like her father   Folks round here say it something in the water