| Now what would they do if I just sailed away
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| Who the hell really compelled me to leave today
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| Runnin' low on stories of what made it a ball
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| What would they do if I made no landfall
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| I lived half my life in an eight by five room
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| Just crusin' to the sound of the big diesel boom
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| It’s not close quarters that would make me snap
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| It’s just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap
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| Sail away, for a month at a time
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| Sail away, I’ve got to restart my mind
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| And you’ll find me back at it again
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| Oh, I love the smell of fresh snapper fried light
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| What you say pouilly-fusse to round out the night
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| The mid-morning watch is the best time to look
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| Oh, what would they do if I wrote the big book
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| 'Cause I’ve seen incredible things in my years
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| Some days were laughter and others were tears
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| If I had it all to do over again
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| I’d just get myself drunk and I’d jump right back in
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| Sail away, that’s the way I survive
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| Sail away, that’s just no shuck and jive
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| It just makes my whole life come alive
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| The wind whistles through the cold riggin' at night
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| Crazy crowds boogie to the sounds and the lights
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| Bums down in Capo’s he’s just havin' a ball
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| What would he do on another landfall
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| What would they do if I made no landfall
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| Oh, what would they do if I flew to Nepal
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| What would I do if I met Lucille Ball
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| I’m tryin' to make a little sense of it all
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| Just tryin' to make a little sense of it all |