| Soon a simple afternoon will follow
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| Soon I won’t be walking on egg shells
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| Empty my pink piggy bank of quarters
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| Pack my clothes in Grandpa’s old suitcase
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| I want to race down the free way
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| To Nashville in US of A
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| I’ll stop looking over my shoulder
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| Leave hard times they’re getting in my way
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| Build a home, a swing set in the back yard
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| Sunday barbeque with all my friends
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| Ceasars on the porch on any evening
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| Light a fire and dance our cares away
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| I want to sing by the ocean
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| Wading pants rolled to my knees
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| Swim suit, no suit, barefoot on the seashore
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| Sun-kissed by time I hit the hay
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| (whistling)
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| Tip your hat and spin me round the dance floor
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| Throw your line and try to reel me in
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| Getting warmer so what are you waiting for
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| Go for broke and catch me if you can
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| I want to sing by the ocean
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| I want to live by the sea
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| I will sing this ditty for my best friend
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| My best friend she likes me either way
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| I want to race down the free way
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| To Nashville in US of A
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| I’ll stop looking over my shoulder
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| Goodbye hard times getting on my way
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| Goodbye hard times getting on my way |