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Jimmy Buffett
Jimmy Buffett
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Roger Guth
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Doyle Grisham
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Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
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Mac McAnally
Mac McAnally
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Michael Utley
Michael Utley
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Ralph MacDonald
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Robert Greenidge
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Michael Klvana
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Jimmy Buffett
Jimmy Buffett
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Mac McAnally
Mac McAnally
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Michael Utley
Michael Utley
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Mac McAnally
Mac McAnally
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Alan Schulman
Alan Schulman
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Chris Stone
Chris Stone
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Doug Breidenbach
Doug Breidenbach
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Jim DeMain
Jim DeMain
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M. Chevalier
M. Chevalier
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Rodney Gnoinsky
Rodney Gnoinsky
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Little roadside restaurant, we artfully complain
Rudy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain
'Most every day goes by according to design
I live this dream but still it seems, I have you on my mind
From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we've found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
We can decorate or climb or find some way to get around
'Cause, I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart
I can't see the future, but I know it's coming fast
It's not that hard to wind up knee-deep in the past
It's come a lot of Mondays, since the phone booth that first night
The years, the miles, the tears and smiles, I want to get it right
From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we've found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
We can decorate or climb or find some way to get around
'Cause, I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart
These days I'm up about the time I used to go to bed
Living large was once the deal, now I watch the stars instead
They're timeless and predictable, unlike most things that I do
But I'd tell the wind and my old friend, I'm headed home to you
From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we've found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
Here we can decorate or climb or find some way to get around
'Cause, I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart
From the bottom of my heart
Written by: James W. Buffett, Lyman Corbitt McAnally, Jr.
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