| I grew up in a military town
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| Waitin' on the sky to fall
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| Everybody I knew hanqin' around wonderin'
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| What they’d do when the Draft Board called
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| Lookin' back it musta been a miracle
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| How I ever grew up at all
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| To sing about livin' in a military town
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| Waitin' on the sky to fall
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| Waitin' on the sky to fall, boys
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| Waitin' on the sky to fall
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| Chicken Little wasn’t makin' nothin' but noise
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| Waitin' on the sky to fall
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| Spent a lonely lifetime rollin' down the line
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| Searchin' for the Holy Grail
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| Never once crossed my solitary mind
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| That any such consecrated quest’d fail
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| Came upon an ocean and much to my chagrin
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| They told me that ship had sailed
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| Walkin' on the water cause I never learned
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| To swin searchin' for the Holy Grail
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| Searchin' for the Holy Grail, friends
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| Searchin' for the Holy Grail
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| Been across the oceans and now I’m back again
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| Searchin' for the Holy Grail
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| Been around enough to know a little bit now
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| And I’m sitting on tip of the world
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| Wangin' on a guitar while the sun goes down
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| And singin a song about a redheaded girl
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| Was a time I would have said those days were gone
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| But I’m givin' it another whirl
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| Didn’t know that I was gonna live this long
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| Now I’m sitting' on top of the world
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| Sittin' on top of the world, y’all
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| Sittin' on top of the world
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| Eyes wide open until the Messenger calls
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| Sittin' on top of the world |