| Some sunny day with a smile on my face
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| I’ll go back to that place far, far away
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| I’ll go back to that shack and that red-headed hen
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| She’ll say, «How have you been?»
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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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| Some sunny day with a smile on my face
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| Going back to that place far, 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 been?»
|
| Then go back to the hay
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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 |