Don't fly away, come along quick,
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South where the breezes blow.
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Leave this storm land,
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Come away to a warm land.
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Pack up, fly away, learn an old trick
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All of the wise guys know.
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Headin' to the south you can't miss it,
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Let me be explicit.
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When you see blue skies and fields of white
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And the sun is shinin' bright,
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Yes, sir! That's the good old sunny south.
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When you hear that same old robin sing
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That you heard up north in spring,
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Yes, sir! That's the good old sunny south.
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Where your heart wants to play
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And your feet want to dance,
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Where the close of each day
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brings a night of romance.
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Where you meet those gals that sweetly drawl,
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"Mighty glad to meet you all."
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Yes, sir! That's the good old sunny south.
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(musical interlude, punctuated by Baby's "Yes, sir!")
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Where you meet those gals that sweetly drawl,
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"Mighty glad to meet you all."
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Yes, sir! That's the good old sunny south.
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That's the Good Old Sunny South
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| Judy Garland |
