| Hooray for the drinkin' warm red wine
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| On a day both bright and fair
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| Hooray for the layin' and playin' a tune
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| On the sunlight through your hair, your hair
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| The sunlight through your haur
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| Well I wish that I was a fiddle bow
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| Flyin across the strings
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| And you;ve takin me at hand these days
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| By making that fiddle sing to you,
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| Makin that fiddle sing
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| Chorus
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| I wanna be felling that feelin, ood
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| I wanna be feelin' no pain
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| I wan to be feelin my love love me Me, I’m feelin the same, the same
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| Me, I’m feeling the same
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| Now you lookin' like the mornin' side
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| Of the best day I’ve ever seen
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| You lookin' like hope to a hopeless fool
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| Like the end of an old bad dream, I mean
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| That it must’ve been an old bad dream
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| So let’s go sailin from shore to sea
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| On a ship both bright and fine
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| And we’ll run and hollar before the wind
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| To begin no wearin' time, oh time
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| With a fiddle and that wine |