| Chilling out on a ridge, by the sea, in a ranchido
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| Cool breeze through the trees sings a song so sweet
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| For my baby and my boo boo
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| Asleep they lay
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| So I picked up my guitar and I started to play
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| The music was pulsing blood up to my eyes
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| I surmised the horizon, sun rising, surprising the hell out
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| Of the clouds
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| Like they were kissed for the first time
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| The sun was steady rising and I’m sitting in the sunshine
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| I hear my baby crying and he’s just waking up
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| So I walk through the screen door and I go pick him up
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| Rocka, rocka, rocka, rocka, rocka, rocka back and forth
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| Baby quit crying then I’ll go and play some more
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| Soft and sweet melodies while your momma’s sleeping
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| Let her sleep in late this morning
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| Let her sleep 'til the sun is burning down
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| Burning down down down
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| Baby baby hold my fingers with your little tiny hands
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| While we lounge in a hammock checking out all the land
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| I smell the sweet scents of papaya and lime
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| I smell the ocean breezes, the salt
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| And my mind is captivated by your big brown eyes
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| Which remind me of mine
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| Now I know we’re two of a kind
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| Rocka, rocka, rocka, rocka, rocka, rocka back and forth
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| Baby quit crying then I’ll go and play some more
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| Soft and sweet melodies while your momma’s sleeping
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| Let her sleep in late this morning
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| Let her sleep 'til the sun is burning down
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| Burning down down down
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| Burning down, burning down, burning down
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| The day is getting brighter and the wind is breezing down
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| The whole tree is shaking, fallen fruit is on the ground
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| I smile when I’m thinking about the love I’ve found
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| Momma’s still sleeping so we play these mellow sounds
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| Soft and sweet melodies while your momma’s sleeping
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| Let her sleep in late this morning
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| Let her sleep 'til the sun is burning down
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| Burning down down down
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| Burning down, burning down, burning down |