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Close calls, close calls I will survive Brick walls, big balls Lucky just to be alive I fought Buford Pusser in a honky-tonk joint He whipped my ass, that's beside the point Close calls, close calls Lucky just to be alive Been in lots of tight spots So many that I can't explain Big shots, bon mots I don't always use my brain Scuba divin' Pensacola A hundred twenty feet down I'm so glad Jack buddy-breathed me Or I guess I would have drowned Close calls, close calls I don't always use my brain Life can be a pickle Or a stalk of sugar cane One day you're wrestlin' gators Next day you're singing, "Never Been to Spain" In Spain, in Spanish! Close calls, close calls I will survive Brick walls, big balls Lucky just to be alive I fought Buford Pusser in a honky-tonk joint He beat my ass, that's beside the point Close calls, close calls Lucky just to be alive Close calls, close calls I will survive Close calls, close calls Lucky just to be alive
Writer(s): Jimmy Buffett, Mac Mcanally, Will Kimbrough Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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