Sail on the horizons gotta landfall rendezvous
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Captain steers a well-known course, he steers straight & true
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As he trims the sheets, he sings a song
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He learned on boats and bars
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Sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour 'neath the stars
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He's traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes
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He's logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain
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But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land
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He'll tell some lies, meet some spies
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And dance barefoot in the sand
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The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
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Caye con les, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book
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The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
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The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun.
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There's a party down at Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers
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Faces in the shadows, God, I haven't seen for years
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A mast & shroud fill with lights
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'Neath the waning of the moon
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They're an airy celebration in the realm of King Neptune.
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The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
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Caye con les, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book
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The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
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The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun.
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Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea
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The North Pole is ocean's remote frozen balcony
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The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play
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'Cause nothing really matters, after all it's Christmas day
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The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook.
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Vaye con les, no work today, he read it in a book
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The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
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A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
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A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
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Havin' fun... havin' fun...havin' fun
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A Sailor's Christmas
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Jimmy Buffett |