Hooray for the drinkin' warm red wine
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On a day both bright and fair
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Hooray for the layin' and playin' a tune
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On the sunlight through your hair, your hair
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The sunlight through your haur
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Well I wish that I was a fiddle bow
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Flyin across the strings
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And you;ve takin me at hand these days
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By making that fiddle sing to you,
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Makin that fiddle sing
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Chorus
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I wanna be felling that feelin, ood
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I wanna be feelin' no pain
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I wan to be feelin my love love me
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Me, I'm feelin the same, the same
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Me, I'm feeling the same
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Now you lookin' like the mornin' side
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Of the best day I've ever seen
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You lookin' like hope to a hopeless fool
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Like the end of an old bad dream, I mean
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That it must've been an old bad dream
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So let's go sailin from shore to sea
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On a ship both bright and fine
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And we'll run and hollar before the wind
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To begin no wearin' time, oh time
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With a fiddle and that wine
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Me I'm Feelin' The Same
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| Guy Clark |
