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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

de Buddy Jewell

Every day, without fail
I deliver the mail to each doorstep
I think that I'll lose my mind
If I have to climb just one more step
Between the snow and the sleet
I'm inclined to keep losin' my patience
Oh, Lord, my feet sure hurt
I believe I deserve a vacation

Wish I could mail myself to Mexico
Where sunshine and margaritas flow
An' all the pretty senoritas go to dance barefoot in the sand
Sometimes, I'm tempted just take the chance
Find me a box an' lots of postage stamps
Top it off with a big red bow
An' mail myself to Mexico

You know, it's easy to see
How a man like me could go postal
I need a latitude
Where the attitude's kinda coastal
Oh, but here I am
Workin' for Uncle Sam like a puppet
I should be spendin' my days
Wastin' away just like Buffet

Wish I could mail myself to Mexico
Where sunshine and margaritas flow
An' all the pretty senoritas go to dance barefoot in the sand
Sometimes, I'm tempted just take the chance
Find me a box an' lots of postage stamps
Top it off with a big red bow
An' mail myself to Mexico

Sometimes, I'm tempted just take the chance
Find me a box an' lots of postage stamps
Top it off with a big red bow
An' mail myself to Mexico

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