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Buffett Jimmy Take The Weather With You

) At the Bama Breeze You can shoot some pool down there You can act a fool down there You can play it cool down there At the Bama Breeze You can drink

(Guy Clark) Meanwhile down on Biel Street Drinking in a Biel Street bar There's a fog rolling off the Mississippi Has anybody seen Arkansas? And the

So connected and all alone From the pizza boy to the socialite We all salute the satellites Let me text you with your master plan You're loud and clear

(Jimmy Buffett) Here we are Here we are Here we are Here we are Who would have thought this game, this flame would still be burning Who would have

single neighbor knows our name I know the woman wishes we would move somewhere Where the houses aren't all the same Jimmy, I wish you would take me Where

On top of the hill they were dancin' through a fire Whirl away the sorrow as you move a little higher Slowly makin' circles through the purple sky until You

mantlepiece Do I lie like a loungeroom lizard Or do I sing like a bird released Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you

moon It's because that's what I am Funny that once I used to give a damn And I'd do anything In the whole wide world for you Whoop de doo Whoop de doo Anything Anything you