Intro
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Walking around the happiest place in the world
B G#m E B
All I really know is that your hair is still curled
D#m E B
South of Brownsville, Texas, South of Miami Beach
B G#m E F#
All it means to me is that you're further out of reach
D#m E
Every where is sand and sun, blue sky water too
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I... need you
B G#m E F# (do this in between each verse)
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Spanish moss is hanging and you find a polished stone
B G#m E B
Pocket it for luck and then you walk on alone
B G#m E B
They'll rent you a bicycle with the tires blown
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They'll carve you up a blackened fish and strip it to the bone
D#m E
C# slave ship just came in, I've been talking to the crew
B G#m E F#
I... need you
B G#m E B
Well in that house Hemingway is boxing in the back
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I go to the library and check out all the facts
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Nowadays it's hard to write a line, my own thoughts bore me
B G#m E F#
I found me an island kid who says he'll do it for me
D#m E
I'm wiping all my tears away so no one has a clue
B G#m E F#
That I... need you
B G#m E B
The last plane out of Saigon did not know that it was
B G#m E B
Every man in prison thinks he's locked up for a cause
B G#m E B
I need something to do , my violin needs to sound
B G#m E B
I'm going to see if Ernest wants to go a couple rounds
D#m E
Sometimes you gotta get lost till you wind up someplace new
B G#m E F#
I... need you
C# C#sus C# C#m C#m/B A
Some bird's flapping in the road on some crazy madman's string
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Something's messed up with his wing, something's messed up with my everything
B G#m E B
So here's the truth at last, I tell you, Hemingway is dead
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And everybody wants to find a steak that's slightly red
D#m E B
I thought I could escape myself by just not getting dressed
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I thought I could escape you by coming to Key West
D#m B E
Sometimes you get lost and you don't find something new
B G#m E F#
I... need you
B G#m E F#
I... need you
B G#m E F#
I... need you