My friend got out of jail today
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I picked him up and he just said Hi
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It was a victimless crime
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He said I'm never going back
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But I bet he will & I wonder why
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He was such a good guy
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But now he's got it all wrong
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The days down in the tap room
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Blinking in the butter light
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The bridges hanging
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With river mist & birth right
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Who would have thought
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This could make such a right
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Such a wrong
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Hell I've got places to go he said
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He's burning rubber
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There's mud in your eye
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Making your plans while
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30 years of a half life
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Just passes you by
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We were such bail birds
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We had nothing to pack
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The days down in the map room
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Worryin' about the same things
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Just leave the mess
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For cabbages & kings
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I'm gonna get on that train
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And I ain't coming back
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Chorus ~
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I'm going fishing
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Where the catfish bite
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I'm going fishing
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We can stay all night
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I'm going fishing
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And I ain't coming back.
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Did you ever give yourself
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A muscular past
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Standing in some others shoes
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Everybody thinks that you've
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Been living in an airport
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London to Old Kathmandu
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We were such bail birds
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We had nothing to pack
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The days down in the tap room
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Blinking in the butter light
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The bridges hanging
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With river mist & birth right
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I'm gonna get on that train
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And I ain't coming back
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I'm going fishing
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Where the crawfish bite
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I'm going fishing
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We can stay all night
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I'm going fishing
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And I ain't coming back
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Goin' Fishin'
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| James Reyne |
