One o'clock in the mornin',
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people pilin' into the door.
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Drinks are still comin' in and
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I'm barely hummin' and the
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audience is screamin' for more.
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Somebody's locked in the bathroom,
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manager can't find the key.
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I pay that man but from where I stand,
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it's lookin like a pris'ner is me.
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[Chorus:]
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So won't you kick it in second wind
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we got two more hours to go.
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Is there anymore hope of scorin' anymore coke,
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and we've still got to do another show.
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My mind started to wander,
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In the middle of the second song
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Dreamin' I was at sea, just my baby and me
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when the words started coming out wrong.
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Waitresses are pickin' up glasses,
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The bartender screamed last call.
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When I looked to my right I saw a terrible sight
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And the bass man took a bad fall.
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[Chorus]
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[Instrumental]
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It's three o'clock in the mornin',
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runnin' on adrenalin.
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What I'm tryin to say is that tomorrow's the day
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And we've got to do it over again.
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[Chorus]
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Kick It In Second Wind
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| Jimmy Buffett |
