| My heart goes pitter patter, no one knows what’s the matter
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| Just received a telegram from Alabam’my home
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| That’s why I’m gonna worry 'til the time when I hurry
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| Right back to that cabin door, never more to roam
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| Some sunny day with a smile on my face
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| I’ll go back to that place far away
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| Back to that shack and that red-headed hen
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| She’ll say, «How have you be’n?»
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| Then go back to the hay and lay me my breakfast
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| Some sunny day I’ll be on that express
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| Flying away to my little bunch of happiness
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| Oh, how I pine for those lips sweet as wine
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| They’ll be pressed close to mine some sunny day
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| Sunny Spring is the season when birds sing, there’s a reason
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| Rolling stones who hear their song begin to long for home
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| Lohengrin, Mister Verdi don’t begin with a birdie
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| Telling you to go back home, never more to roam |