| I’m sailin' down the summer wind
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| I got whiskers on my chin
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| And I like the mood I’m in
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| As I while away the time of day
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| In the lee of Christian Island
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| Tall and strong, she dips and reels
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| I call her Silver Heels
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| And she tells me how she feels
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| She’s a good old boat and she’ll stay afloat
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| Through the toughest gail and keep smilin'
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| But for one more day she would like to stay
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| In the lee of Christian Island
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| I’m sailin' down the summer day
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| Where fish and seagulls play
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| I put my troubles all away
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| And when the gail comes up I’ll fill me cup
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| With the whiskey of the highlands
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| She’s a good old ship and she’ll make the trip
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| From the lee of Christian Island
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| Tall and strong she slips along
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| I sing for her a song
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| And she leans into the wind
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| She’s a good old boat and she’ll stay afloat
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| Through the toughest gail and keep smilin'
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| And when the summer ends we will rest again
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| In the lee of Christian Island
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| And when the summer ends we will rest again
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| In the lee of Christian Island |