| Hang around, Willie Boy,
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| Don’t you raise the sails anymore.
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| It’s for sure, that I’ve spent my whole life at sea,
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| And I’m pushin' age seventy three,
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| And there’s only one place that was meant for me.
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| Oh, to be home again,
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| Down in old Virginny,
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| With my very best friend.
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| They call him Ragtime Willie.
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| We’re gonna soothe away the rest of our years.
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| We’re gonna put away all of our tears.
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| That big rockin' chair won’t go nowhere.
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| Slow down, Willie Boy,
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| Your heart’s gonna give right out on you.
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| It’s true, and I believe I know what I should do.
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| Turn the stern and point to shore.
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| The seven seas won’t carry us no more.
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| Oh, to be home again,
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| Down in old Virginny,
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| With my very best friend,
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| They call him Ragtime Willie.
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| I can’t wait to sniff that air,
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| Dip’n snuff, I won’t have no care,
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| That big rockin' chair won’t go nowhere.
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| Hear the sound, Willie Boy,
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| The Flyin' Dutchman’s on the reef.
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| It’s my belief that,
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| We’ve used up all our time.
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| This hill’s to steep to climb,
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| And the days that remain aren’t worth a dime.
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| Oh, to be home again,
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| Down in old Virginny,
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| With my very best friend,
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| They call him Ragtime Willie.
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| Would-a-been nice just t’see the folks.
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| Listen once again to the stale jokes.
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| That big rockin' chair won’t go nowhere.
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| Oh, to be home again.
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| Oh, to be home again.
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| Oh, to be home again.
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| Oh, to be home again. |