| There’s a little cabin in the sky, Mister
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| For me and for you
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| I feel that it’s true somehow
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| Can’t you see that cabin in the sky, Mister
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| An acre or two of heavenly blue to plow
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| We will be oh so gay
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| Eat fried chicken every day
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| As the angels go sailing by
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| And that is why my heart is flyin' high, Mister
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| 'Cause I know we’ll have a cabin in the sky
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| We will be oh so gay
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| Eat fried chicken every day
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| As the angels go sailing by
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| That is why my heart is flying high, baby
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| 'Cause I know we’ll have a cabin in the sky |