We were born before the wind
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Also younger than the sun
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Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
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Hark, now hear the sailors cry
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Smell the sea and feel the sky
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Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
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And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
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And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
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I don't have to fear it
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And I want to rock your gypsy soul
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Just like way back in the days of old
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And magnificently we will flow into the mystic
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When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
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And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
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I don't have to fear it
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And I want to rock your gypsy soul
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Just like way back in the days of old
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And together we will flow into the mystic
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Come on girl...
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Too late to stop now...
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Into The Mystic
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| Gretchen Wilson |
