| I’m sailin', sailin'
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| place I’ve never seen
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| That’s way down south
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| Sweet ol' New Orleans
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| Cause my hometown friend treats me awful mean
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| If I could holler, yeah, holler
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| If I could scream and cry
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| It hurts me so
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| When I look up in the sky
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| Cause my friends turn their heads
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| As they pass me by
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| Now it’s rainin', it’s rainin'
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| The wind’s blowin' cold
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| Lord I thought I heard
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| My train whistle blow
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| Now I’m gonna sail so far
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| 'Til I won’t be back no more
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| Pardon me, Pardon me
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| It’s so hard to stand
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| I ain’t got no money
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| Uncle Sam has called my name
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| Now there’s not a soul
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| To lend me a helpin' hand |