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Days when the rains came Down in a hollow Playin' a new game Laughin' and a runnin' Skippin' and a jumpin' In the misty mornin' fog With our hearts a thumpin' It was you, my brown eyed girl You, my brown eyed girl Now what ever happened Tuesday is oh so slow Goin' down the old mine With a transistor radio Standin' in a sunlit lane Hidin' 'hind a rainbow's wall Slippin' and a slidin' All along the waterfall It was you, my brown eyed girl You, my brown eyed girl Do you remember when We used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da So hard to find my way Now that I'm on my own Thought about it just the other day My, where's the time all gone Can't remember back then Lord Sometimes I'm overcome thinkin' 'bout Makin' love in the green grass Behind the stadium With you, my brown eyed girl Do you remember when We used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da Disc 1 - License to Chill (Live) Disc 1 - License to Chill (Live) License To Chill By Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally/Al Anderson (with Kenny Chesney) Work, work, work Big pile of it and the boss is a jerk Just want to disappear Wishin' I was somewhere other than here Livin' for the weekend Jump right off the deep end With just enough money to buy CHORUS A license to chill And I believe I will Let the rat race run roll around In the sun until Trouble turns funny and songs get sung With a little bit of money the night's still young Leave me alone I 've got a license License to chill Girls, girls, girls Ain't nothin' like them in the whole wide world So damn smart and cute And it's amazing what they pass off as a bathing suit Winners and losers Sailors and cruisers We're all qualified CHORUS For a license to chill And I believe I will Let the rat race run roll around In the sun until Trouble turns funny and songs get sung With a little bit of money the night's still young Leave me alone I 've got a license License to chill A license to chill And I believe I will Let the rat race run roll around In the sun until Trouble turns funny and songs get sung A one note samba lasts all night long Leave me alone I 've got a license License to chill 2004 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Wordfarmer Music (ASCAP) & Stairway to Bittner's Music (BMI) and Songs of Windswept Pacific (BMI) all rights on behalf of Stairway to Bittner's Music and administered by songs of Windswept Pacific
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This year, her great-great granddaughter Lizzie Post has published a new book of mores and manners her forebear probably never imagined
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