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Take the Last Tram to Clarksville..... |
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This isn't the same Clarksville in the song, but...it IS Clarksville, Missouri - the highest point on the Mississippi! |
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See? Did I tell ya? Does an old faded, wooden sign lie? |
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Some of downtown Old Clarksville |
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Just in case you forget where you are... |
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We hopped onto an old tramm, just for the fun of it |
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Taking in the view of the river, on a hot day... |
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Uh...WHERE are we?!?!?!? |
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A cute little tugboat passed by |
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I don't swim, but Michael found a way to talk me into going into the motel pool |
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There was constant activity around this power plant |
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