I wanna go back to the island 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 wanna be there I wanna go back down and lie beside the sea there
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With a tin cup for a chalice fill it up with apple wine
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And I'm chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
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Oh the sun goes slidin' cross the water and sailboats are searchin' for the breeze
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Yeah salt air it ain't thin I can stick right to your skin
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And make you feel fine it makes you feel fine
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I wanna be there I wanna go back down and get high by the sea there
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With a tin cup for a chalice fill it up with apple wine
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And I'm chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
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And now you heard my strange proposal get that pack gear up and let's move
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I wanna be there before the day tries to slip away
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And leave us behind I've made up my mind
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And I wanna be there I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there
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With a tin cup for a chalice fill it up with apple wine
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And I'm chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
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Yeah w a tin cup for a chalice fill it up with apple wine
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And I'm chewin' on a honeysuckle vine
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Tin Cup Chalice
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Tompall Glaser |