[ Featuring Bruce Hornsby, yMusic ]
We are riding across the bounding main
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Steering an old funky-ass bateau
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We arrive in time for the dawn of day
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Most of us strain to the utmost
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And no one does less than his best
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So I better get up, better rise up
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And take my place on the pulling line
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Caulk and duct tape keep us all afloat
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It's not good to want a thing too much
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Drives luck away down, down the road
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But now and then the air vibrates
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And the water roars-
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And the music of the catch rose up
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Like a choir of harps and horns
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Everyone strains to the utmost
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And no one does less than his best
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So I'd better get up, gonna rise up
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And take my place on the baited line
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