| Well, the sun is up and a-rising
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| The wagon’s headed west
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| Now I can’t shake that old suspicion
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| That I settled for second best
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| I’ve been frugal at my table
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| I’ve been conscious, I’ve been blind
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| Who ever said that 40 acres and a mule
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| Would ever keep me satisfied?
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| They say the whale that swallowed Jonah
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| Out in the deep blue
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| Sometimes I get that feeling
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| That same ol' whale swallowed me
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| They say the whale that swallowed Jonah
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| To put me through the test
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| Sometimes I get that feeling
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| That I’m different from the rest
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| Now the sons of tomorrow
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| Will come to me in time
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| Life is going by so fast now, baby
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| I haven’t had a chance to change my mind
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| I feel it in my fingers
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| I can feel it in my bones
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| Maybe it’s the whale’s way of telling me
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| It’s time to get yourself back home
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| They say the whale that swallowed Jonah
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| Out in the deep blue
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| Sometimes I get that feeling
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| That ol' whale swallowed me
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| They say the whale that swallowed Jonah
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| To put me through the test
|
| Sometimes I get that feeling
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| That I’m different from the rest
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| They say the whale that swallowed Jonah
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| Now in the deep blue
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| Sometimes I get that feeling
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| That same ol' whale swallowed me
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| They say the whale that swallowed Jonah
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| To put me through the test
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| Sometimes I get that feeling
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| That I’m different from the rest |