| Life is much too short for some folks
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| For other folks it just drags on
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| Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
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| Others figure tea is too strong
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| I’m the type of guy who likes it right down the middle
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| I don’t like all this bouncing back and forth
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| Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
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| And my head in the cool blue North
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| In a small suburban garden
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| Not a single neighbor knows our name
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| I know the woman wishes we could move somewhere
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| Where the houses aren’t all the same
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| Jimmy, I wish you would take me
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| Where the grass is greener
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| I really couldn’t say where it may be
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| Somewhere up high on a mountain top
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| Or down by the deep blue sea
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| And there we’ll do just as we please
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| It ain’t nothing but a breeze
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| One day I’ll soon be a grandpa
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| All the pretty girls will call me «sir,»
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| Now, where they’re asking me how things are
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| Soon they’ll ask me how things were
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| Well, I don’t mind being a longboarding grandpa
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| If you’ll be my awsome grandma
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| I suggest we have a little cool conch salad
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| In the shade down in old Nassau
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| And there we’ll do just as we please
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| It ain’t nothing but a breeze
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| Life is much too short for some folks
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| For other folks it just drags on
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| Some folks like the taste of smooth tequila
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| Others figure tea is too strong
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| I’m the type of guy who likes it right down the middle
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| I don’t like all this bouncing back and forth
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| Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie
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| And my head in the cool blue North
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| Yea, me I want to live with my flip flops in Dixie
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| And my head in the cool blue North |