Sometimes I imagine myself as a drifter,
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Seeker of fortunes, connoisseur of great wines.
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Dashing through meadows of yellow and green,
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Trying to catch the impossible dream,
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Leavin' the straight life behind.
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Sometimes my thoughts may find me in Mexico,
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Drinkin' tequila goin' out of my mind.
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Havin' a ball on a couple 'a bob,
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Treatin' the ladies to corn on the cob,
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Leavin' the straight life behind.
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Suddenly all my silly thoughts disappear,
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She comes to me softly with crackers and beer,
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Winkin' and blinkin' and blowin' in my ear,
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Runnin' away with my mind.
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It's great to be in love,
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I'm not really thinkin' of
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Leavin' the straight life behind
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I'm just playin' a game in my mind.
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Once in a while in my mind I go bummin',
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Goin' to nowhere, with no worry of time
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Runnin' along chasin' after a train,
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Hummin' a song in the sun and the rain,
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Leavin' the straight life behind.
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I can just see me on a tropical island,
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Ridin' the surf and drinkin' coconut wine.
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Havin' me fun with the girls in the sand,
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Chasin' the sun through an innocent land,
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Leavin' the straight life behind.
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Suddenly all my silly thoughts disappear,
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She comes to me softly with crackers and beer,
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Winkin' and blinkin' and blowin' in my ear,
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Runnin' away with my mind.
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It's great to be in love,
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I'm not really thinkin' of
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Leavin' the straight life behind,
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I'm just playin' a game in my mind.
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The Straight Life
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| Glen Campbell |
