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Tytuł: Trying to reason with hurricane season

  • Wykonawca: Jimmy Buffett
  • Wy¶wietleń: 166

  
   Squalls out on the gulfstream
  Big storm's coming soon
  Passed out in my hammock
  God I slept till way past noon
  Stood up and tried to focus
  I Hoped I wouldn't have to look far
  Knew I could use a bloody mary
  So I stumbled next door to the bar
  
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  And now I must confess
  I could use some rest
  I can't run at this pace very long
  Yes it's quite insane
  I think it hurts my brain
  But it cleans me out
  And then I can go on
  
  There's something about this Sunday
  It's a most perculiar gray
  Strolling down the avenue that's known as A1A
  Feeling tired, then I got inspired
  I knew that it wouldn't last long
  So all alone I walked back home
  Sat on the beach and then I made up this song
  
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  Well the wind is blowing harder now
  Fifty knots or thereabouts
  There's white caps on the ocean
  And I'm watching for water spouts
  It's time to close the shutters
  It's time to go inside
  In a week I'll be in gay Paris
  And that's a mighty long airplane ride
  
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