Ain't nothing like the windy city
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Where the station-wagon died
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Where the wild dogs meet the fences
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And the horsemen, fences ride
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Where the flatlands become flatlands
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And the caravans collide
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I'm just sitting 'neath the mango
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Running a tide
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Took a ride on a bin-train
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50 cars or more
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They say the heads are just insane
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But it's too risky to score
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Sittin' on the lawn with Andrea
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Draggin' the line for big red
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Everyone looks better with a suntan
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Easier to get you into bed
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Daughters of the northern coast
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Sons of beaches, don't deliver the post
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You know the post is a ghost
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Lee Marlin went lookin' for a marvin
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While we were looking for a line at the pub
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Hey, and still the black man's starvin'
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No wonder nobody wants a job
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Helicopter over homestead
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Stirring all the young blades at night
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They're steppin' out there in the sultry summer evening
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Their pistols all packed
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And their badges so bright
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Daughters of the northern coast
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Sons of beaches, don't deliver the post
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You know the post is a ghost
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Took a ride on a bin-train
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50 cars or more
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They say the heads are just insane
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But it's too risky to score
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Andrea's been giving me a towel down
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Standing on a palm beach shore
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If 'n'those girls keep a doin' that thing
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I can't wait for next year
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I'm gonna come back for more
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Daughters of the northern coast
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Sons of beaches, don't deliver the post
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You know the post is a ghost
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Daughters Of The Northern Coast
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