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You hear that sound |
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Thats the sound of little feet |
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Running away from home |
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Little feet are always running away from home |
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To find bigger feet |
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And they usually end up getting kicked in the head |
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I joined the navy at the age of seventeen |
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There were lots of places I had not been |
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I had a dream in my head about a little Japanese girl |
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And it wasn't till I sailed halfway 'round the world |
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You know, you know |
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I miss good lookin' women in my home town |
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You know I miss warm cookin' mama, that you lay down |
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I found myself |
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On the 'frisco Bay |
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Getting high off the wind |
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A different chick every day |
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It wasn't till I found |
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Myself down Mexico way |
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With tears in my eyes |
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I was hurt to ? |
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You know, Lord I said... |
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I miss good lookin' women in my home town |
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You know I miss the home cookin' mama, that you lay down |
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So here I am |
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A million miles away from home |
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But I really do believe someday my time will come |
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Then I'll return the prodigal son |
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Spend the rest of my days loving every single last one |
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Yes, I miss good lookin' women in my home town |
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Yeah, you know I miss good lookin' women, that you lay down |
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You know I miss the good cookin' mama, that you used to lay down |
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You know I miss good lookin' women |
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Women, women, women, here women there women everywhere |
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Old MacDonald had a farm on the farm he had some women here, |
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Women there women everywhere |
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Now, women, women |
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I miss good lookin' women in my hometown |
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I miss good lookin' women that I lay down.... |
