I want to go back to the island,
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Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'.
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Give me oysters and beer for dinner every day of the year,
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And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine.
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'Cause I want to be there,
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I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.
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With a tin cup for a chalice
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Fill it up with good red wine,
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And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine.
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Yeah, now the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water;
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Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze.
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Salt air it ain't thin,
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It can stick right to your skin,
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And make you feel fine.
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It makes you feel fine.
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[Chorus]
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Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal;
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Get that Packard up and let's move.
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I want to be there before the day
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Tries to steal away and leave us behind;
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I've made up my mind;
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[Chorus]
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Tin Cup Chalice
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| Jimmy Buffett |
