I’m gonna walk to Newfoundland bitch

That’s what I said when I was drunk last night
You stared at me ‘neath old Kentucky stars and said hey isn’t that an island
I told you that I’d a find way and you just looked at me like I was crazy
But then you just bit your tongue and sighed and wished me good luck on my journey 
 
 
 
 

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