| The lake at night is still and black
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| The water’s smooth like polished glass
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| You’ve heard the tales so it’s time to go
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| Gonna take you back into pirates cove
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| Got a sure ol' horse Evinrude
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| And a 12 foot Jon boat to carry the brew
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| A couple of steaks and a big ol' knife
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| My old ghost is comin' back to life
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| You could say I know the way by heart
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| Through the stumps and in the dark
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| There’s one way in and that’s by boat
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| That’ll get you back into pirates cove
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| A trail of smoke curls though the trees
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| Fire down low and there ain’t no breeze
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| Just the cottonmouths and the copperheads
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| And for some strange reason I fit in
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| You could say I know the way by heart
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| Through the stumps and in the dark
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| There’s one way in and that’s by boat
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| That’ll get you back into pirates cove
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| Well it’s a different world when you get back here
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| The dancin' shadows disappear
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| The memories they’ll come and go
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| Someday I’ll stay in pirates cove
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| You could say I know the way by heart
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| Through the stumps and in the dark
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| There’s one way in and that’s by boat
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| That’ll get you back into pirates cove
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| You could say I know the way by heart
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| Through the stumps and in the dark
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| There’s one way in and that’s by boat
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| That’ll get you back into pirates cove |