Just a ship out on the ocean, a speck against the sky,
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Amelia Earhart flying that sad day;
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With her partner, Captain Noonan, on the second of July
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Her plane fell in the ocean, far away.
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There¡¯s a beautiful, beautiful field
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Far away-ay-ay in a land that is fair.
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Happy landings to you, Amelia Earhart,
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Farewell, first lady of the air.
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Half an hour later her SOS was heard,
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Her signal¡¯s weak, but still her voice was brave.
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In shark-infested waters her aeroplane went down that night
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In the blue Pacific to a watery grave.
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There¡¯s a beautiful, beautiful field
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Far away-ay-ay in a land that is fair.
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Happy landings to you, Amelia Earhart,
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Farewell, first lady of the air.
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Now you heard my story ¡¯bout this awful tragedy,
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We all pray she¡¯ll fly home safe again.
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In years to come, though others blaze a trail across the sea,
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We¡¯ll ne¡¯er forget Amelia and her plane.
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There¡¯s a beautiful, beautiful field
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Far away-ay-ay in a land that is fair.
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Happy landings to you, Amelia Earhart,
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Farewell, first lady of the air.
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Farewell, first lady of the air.
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Amelia Earhart's Last Fligh
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| Kinky Friedman |
