| I’d like to be in Biscuit City
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| With my banjo in my hand
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| I don’t need no long vacation
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| In some foreign land
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| Cause the sound of my own breathing
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| Has been turning to a sigh
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| I wish that I could make the time
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| To be in Biscuit City by and by Oh the water is of emerald
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| And the beach is white as snow
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| And everyone’s got money
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| And no place to go In a land of milk and honey
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| It can really make you smile
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| And if I had a ticket
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| I would stay in Biscuit City for a while
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| All the girls are in bikinis
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| All the boys are in the buff
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| With the baby in between and
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| That makes three of us And the streets are all so quiet
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| And the walls are squeaky clean
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| I think you ain’t been nowhere 'til
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| The town of Biscuit City you have seen
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| I’d rather be in Biscuit City
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| With my banjo in my hand
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| Than take a big vacation
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| In some foreign land
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| Cause the sound of my own breathing
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| has been turning to a sigh
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| If it were not for misfortune
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| I would be in Biscuit City by and by If it were not for misfortune
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| I would stay in Biscuit City 'til I die |