Mason jars on the dresser filled with dollars and quarters,
Savin' em' for our trip around the world,
But now that you changed your tune, there'll be no honeymoon,
So tonight I'm going there without you girl...
Going down to Puerto Rico, in a bottle of rum
Going out to Honolulu, in a Mai Tai mug
Then I'm coming back home to Georgia, in a jug.
We'll never ride that bus to Mexico City, that's a pity
We'll never sail our ship into old San Juan
You'll never walk with me, on the beach at Waikiki
And we'll never share that brick suburban home
Today I'm taking that money out of that jar
Tonight I'll by my "ticket," at the corner bar...
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Here's another version that I enjoy.
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1 comments:
You really outdid yourself on this one. I got a little choked up - and, it's way to early in the morning for that! Great Job!
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