The skies over Cuba turned pink with the light
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And the waterfront ritual began to ignite
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All the ships in the harbor were warmed by the sun
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Twenty-fifth of November, 1921
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On the old Chicamauga the Signal Jacks flew
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And the message they spelled out caused a great bally hoo
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Every ship in Havana then hoisted away
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All the pennants were 'a flyin' on my dad's first birthday
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Enduring echoes call out from his past
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Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that
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Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
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He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
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Now his storybook childhood was not make believe
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On the decks of a tall ship he was taught to achieve
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Witnessed storms and starvation natural wonders and force
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Oh the life of a sailor steers a wanderin' course
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Enduring echoes call out from his past
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Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that
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Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
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He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
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Well now life throws us curve balls we never can reach
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He gave up the ocean but he lived by the beach
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Where he raised up his family taught us all to survive
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Then the wind went away in 1995
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Now the old Chicamauga has slipped by the ways
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She lies on the bottom of old Mobile Bay
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Where the ghosts of his father and his brother are near
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They protect him and tell him there's nothin' to fear
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Cause it's family tradition we take to the sea
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And it's a time in the future for Cameron and me
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Enduring echoes call out from his past
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Time ain't for saving no time's not for that
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Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire
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He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
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The skies over Cuba were warmed by the sun
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Twenty-fifth of November 1921
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False Echoes
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Jimmy Buffett |