| We’ve been here a week or so,
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| Now it’s finally time to go.
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| Can’t believe how quickly time has flown,
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| Packin' up the bathin' suits,
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| Getting out the cowboy boots,
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| That’s a sign we must be going home…
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| Time just stopped for a little while,
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| We were part of a tiny island.
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| Made a lot of friends we’ll keep for life.
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| When we get back home to Texas,
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| And they ask us what we missed most,
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| I’ll shrug my shoulders, and I’ll smile…
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| Early mornings on the long boat dock,
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| Drinkin' coffee as the sun comes up
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| Lazy days napping in the big deck chair.
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| Late night dancing in the front street bar,
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| Walking home underneath the stars,
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| Man it’s like some dream we live down here…
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| Last night we ate conch and lobster.
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| Mark said it was his favorite dinner,
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| Maybe even the best one of his life.
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| Dining underneath the stars
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| Chilean wine and Cuban cigars,
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| I smiled at him and said you could be right…
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| And he got real quiet, and he said you know,
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| hell I worked hard all my life,
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| I made a lot of dough.
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| I’ve been everywhere,
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| I don’t think it gets any better than down here. |
| I mean the warmth and love of the people here,
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| No crime, no hate, or fear
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| I don’t think I’m ready for the world waiting for me back there…
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| I need me just…
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| One more morning on the long boat dock,
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| Drinking coffee as the sun comes up,
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| Drinking bilikin beer in the big deck chair.
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| Late night dancin' in a front street bar,
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| Makin' love under the stars,
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| Man it’s like some dream we live down here…
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| Walking home underneath the stars,
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| Hearing voices from that empty bar,
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| Man it’s like some dream we live done there…
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| We’ve been here a week or so,
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| Now it’s finally time to go.
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| Can’t believe how quickly time as flown.
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| Packin' up the bathin' suits,
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| gettin' out the cowboy boots,
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| That’s a sign we must be goin' home… |