| A young American sailor on a foreign shore
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| There to serve his country in time of war
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| Walks to the dock every morning and waits for the ships to come in
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| Wishin' he was the stamp on the letter he’s mailing home
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| So he could soon be back in her arms again
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| Instead of feeling like a ship in a bottle
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| Tryin' to get out and sail away
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| Like a ship in a bottle
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| Tryin' to get out and sail away
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| And she was an entertainer back home in Alabama
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| Playing «Angel from Montgomery» in the Holiday Inns
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| From Mobile up to Birmingham
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| And the picture on her piano went with her every night to her room
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| And slept on the pillow beside her
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| While she lay awake thinkin' about her sailor
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| Nine months away across the waters in June
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| Feeling like a ship in a bottle
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| Tryin' to get out and sail away
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| Like a ship in a bottle
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| Tryin' to get out and sail away
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| (Sail away) Someday they’re gonna be together
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| (Sail away) One day they won’t be oceans apart
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| (Sail away) Every day seems like forever when you’re in love
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| And not with your love
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| You ought to be with the one you love
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| A young American sailor home from the war
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| Lies on a blanket with his new bride
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| As the southern sun is sinking on the Gulf Coast shore
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| And sealed in an empty champagne bottle
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| A note containing both of their names
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| Is sent for a ride on the evening tide
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| And the note read
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| «The ship has gone and sailed away» |