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Hooray for the drinkin' warm red wine |
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On a day both bright and fair |
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Hooray for the layin' and playin' a tune |
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On the sunlight through your hair, your hair |
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The sunlight through your haur |
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Well I wish that |
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I was a fiddle bow |
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Flyin across the strings |
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And you;ve takin me at hand these days |
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By making that fiddle sing to you, |
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Makin that fiddle sing |
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Chorus I wanna be felling that feelin, ood |
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I wanna be feelin' no pain |
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I wan to be feelin my love love me |
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Me, I'm feelin the same, the same |
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Me, I'm feeling the same |
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Now you lookin' like the mornin' side |
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Of the best day |
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I've ever seen |
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You lookin' like hope to a hopeless fool |
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Like the end of an old bad dream, |
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I mean That it must've been an old bad dream |
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So let's go sailin from shore to sea |
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On a ship both bright and fine |
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And we'll run and hollar before the wind |
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To begin no wearin' time, oh time |
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With a fiddle and that wine |
