| You come here running
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| Holding out your hand
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| I’m gonna get me a woman, baby
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| And you can have that man
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| Lord, I’m gone, gone, gone
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| I don’t worry
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| Lord, I am sitting on top of the world
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| Yes, I am
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| How you think about it, Van?
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| I worked all summer and all the fall
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| I even spent Christmas in my overalls
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| But now, child’s gone, yeah, she is
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| And I don’t worry, boy, don’t worry
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| 'Cause I’m sitting on top of the world
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| Lord, I reckon
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| That Mississippi River
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| So deep and wide
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| My baby’s standing, Lord
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| On the other side
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| Oh, but now she’s gone, gone, gone
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| And I don’t worry
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| 'Cause I am sitting on top of this world
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| Can you blow me some of that horn, cat now?
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| One summer day
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| She went away
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| She went and left me
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| For good to stay
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| And now she’s gone
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| And I don’t worry
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| 'Cause I’m sitting on top of the world, yeah
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| You come here running
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| Holding out your hand
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| I’m gonna get me a woman
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| And you can have your man
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| Well, though she’s gone, gone, gone
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| And I don’t worry
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| 'Cause I’m sitting on top of the world |