Tom: G

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                      Now you country fools in your one-horse town, you can laugh at me
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                      It's plain as rain that you've never been down to the southern sea
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                      To see me now is like watching a fish on dry land
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                      I only wish you could see me down in the is- lands
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                      Mister, that's my home
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                      What a fool I was to leave the only happiness I've known.
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                      You see me comin', you wink your eye and call me Captain Jim
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                      And when I don't do nothin' but to walk on by you say, 
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                              "Baby get a load of him."
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                      All I need is the sea and the sky and I know where I stand
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                      instead of you hicks straight out of the sticks deciding I ain't a man
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                      You'll never understand;
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                      Up here I'm just a whiskey bum but down there I'm a king
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                      It sounds just like the angels up in heaven when they sing:
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                      "Welcome home,      welcome home."   -- Such a sight to see
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                      instead of some Salvation Army sister singin' 
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                      "Nearer My God to Thee."
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                      Now I know that the Yankee whiskey is takin' away my mind
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                      and I know that run is the only drink suitable to man-kind
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                      And I know that this tree I'm under is shaped entirely wrong
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                      I need to see a gentle palm tree and I won't wait too long
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                      I can feel that it's comin' on strong
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                      The first cold wind of winter is flappin' in my clothes
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                      Showin' me the way with the direction that it blows.
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                      Welcome home,      welcome home, let it blow. [repeat and fade]