Met the ghost of stephen foster at the hotel paradise
This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes:
Rooms were made for carpets,
Towers made for spires,
Ships were made for cannonade fire off from inside them
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Gwine to run all day
Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day no, no, no (end chorus)
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Met the ghost of stephen foster at the hotel paradise
This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes:
Ships were made for sinking,
Whiskey made for drinking,
If we were made of cellophane, we?d all get stinking drunk quite faster ha, ha, ha
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