| Coming home from California
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| In a brand new pinned stripe suite
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| A hundred dollars in crisp clean 20s down in my cowboy boots
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| Can’t you hear me?
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| Just a hummin'
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| As I climb on that airplane
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| My mind is on a blue-eyed lady
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| I can’t wait to see again
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| I’m gonna hold her tight and kiss her
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| And tell her just how much I missed her
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| That the shiny stars in Hollywood
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| Don’t shine so bright to me
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| And the stars around a Cajun moon
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| Are all I wanna see
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| It was easy to fall in love
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| With Los Angeles at night
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| Know I lay it down with my head standin'
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| My heart just wasn’t right
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| There were always cards and letters
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| Back home folk’s were proud of me
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| But every line told me by her side
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| Was where I had Ito be
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| So I’m gonna hold her tight and kiss her
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| And tell her how much I missed her
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| 'Cause concrete stars on the boulevard
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| Don’t shine so bright to me
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| And the stars around a Cajun moon
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| Are all I want to see
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| Yeah the stars around a Cajun moon
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| Are all I want to see |