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DSqualls out on the gulf stream, G big storms comin' soon D I paGssed out in my hamDmock, E7God, I slept 'till way past A7noon GStood up and tried to foDcus I hoped I wouldn't have to look far C G A I Gknew I could use a Bloody MaDry so I sA7tumbled next door to the Dbar
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DAnd now I mBmust confess, I couldF#m use some rest GI can't run at thisA7 pace very lDong Yes it's Bmquite insane, I think it F#mhurts my brain But it cGleans me out and theA7n I can go Don
There's something about this Sunday, it's a most peculiar gray Strolling down the avenue that's known as A1A I was feeling tired, then I got inspired And I knew that it wouldn't last long So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach and then I made up this song (repeat chorus) Well, the wind is blowin' harder now, fifty knots or there abouts There's white caps on the ocean, and I'm watchin' for waterspouts It's time to close the shutters, it's time to go inside In a week I'll be in gay Paris Well that's a mighty long airplane ride chorus