Captain Jims Drunken Dream

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Now you country fools in your 
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one-horse town, you can laugh at 
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me
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It's plain as rain that you've 
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never been down to the southern sea
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To see me now is like watching a 
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fish on dry land
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I only wish you could see me down 
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in the is- lands
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Mister, that's my home
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What a fool I was to leave the 
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only happiness I've known.

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You see me comin', you wink your 
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eye and call me Captain Jim
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And when I don't do nothin' but to 
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walk on by you say,
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        "Baby get a load of him."
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All I need is the sea and the sky
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 and I know where I stand
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instead of you hicks straight out 
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of the sticks deciding I ain't a man
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You'll never understand;
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Up here I'm just a whiskey bum but 
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down there I'm a king
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It sounds just like the angels up 
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in heaven when they sing:
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"Welcome home,      welcome 
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home."   -- Such a sight to see
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instead of some Salvation Army 
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sister singin'
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"Nearer My God to Thee."

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Now I know that the Yankee whiskey
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 is takin' away my mind
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and I know that run is the only 
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drink suitable to man-kind
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And I know that this tree I'm 
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under is shaped entirely wrong
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I need to see a gentle palm tree 
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and I won't wait too long
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I can feel that it's comin' on 
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strong
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The first cold wind of winter is 
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flappin' in my clothes
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Showin' me the way with the 
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direction that it blows.
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Welcome home,      welcome home, 
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let it blow. [repeat and fade]