| Out of work I took a job as a
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| Hand on a boat
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| In a town called Matlache
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| On my first day off I was
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| Sitting drinking beer
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| At a bar called the dock of the bay
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| When in walked a woman
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| That every man eyed
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| But her eyes stayed right on me
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| The guy next to me he
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| Whispered real low
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| There’s more to her than you can see
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| She comes from the back bay
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| Better stay away
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| She lives up on the back bay
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| And then he moved on away
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| Well she came and sat down
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| And the hours flew by
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| And the beer flowed just like the tide
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| The sun went down and the moon came up
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| And there was fire in her eyes
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| She took me for a ride in the white moonlight
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| In a boat like I’ve never seen
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| As the bay flew by the sky was alive
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| I was seeing things that I’ve never seen
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| She said you’re going to the back bay
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| You’re gonna see my ways
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| 'Cause there’s magic on the back bay
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| You might even want to stay
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| Well I woke in the morning to
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| Her house boat rocking
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| Eye to eye with an old brown hound
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| There was fresh mullet frying
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| And strange birds crying
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| And no one else for miles around
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| I saw her standing there with
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| The breeze in her hair
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| I knew I never wanted to leave
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| I saw all my things around I
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| Knew she’d been back into town
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| And already mad the move for me
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| She said you’re moving to the back bay
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| You’re gonna see my ways
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| You’re gonna love it on the back bay
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| And you’re always gonna stay |