| I wanna back to the island
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| Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin
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| Gimme oysters and beer
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| For dinner every day of the year and Ill feel fine
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| Ill feel fine
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| I wanna be there
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| Wanna go back down and lie beside the sea there
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| With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
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| And Im a chewin on a honeysuckle vine
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| Yeah now, the sun goes slidin cross the water
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| Sailboats they go searchin for the breeze
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| Salt air it aint thin
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| It can stick right to your skin and make you feel fine
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| Makes you feel fine
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| I wanna be there
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| Wanna go back down and a get high by the sea there
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| With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
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| And Im a chewin on a honeysuckle vine
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| Yes and now you heard my strange proposal
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| So get that packard up and lets move
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| I wanna be there before the day
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| Tries to steal away and leave us behind
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| Ive made up my mind
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| And I wanna be there
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| I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there
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| With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
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| And Im a chewin on a honeysuckle vine
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| Coda:
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| Yeah with a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
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| And Im a chewin on a honeysuckle vine
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| Again… to miss jane |