The Flyboy And The Kid

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May the wind be at your back and the world sit at your feet.
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May you waltz across Wy-oming with a rose clutched in your teeth.
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May the answers to your questions fall like raindrops right on cue.
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May you set up shop in Heaven 'fore the devil knows you're due.

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Ooh, here's to love, here's to life.  All the fair and tender ladies
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and the plain dirt farmer's wife.
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Yeah, here's to you, here's to me, some ol' mad dog mountain flyboy
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and the kid from Ten-nes-see.

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May your nights be filled with laughter and your days with honest work.
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May you wake up smelling roses when you're face down in the dirt.
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If you had the sense to come in when the storm clouds start to grow,
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then you wouldn't be my right hand and the best friend that I know.

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Ooh, here's to life, here's to love.  When your heart beats like a lion
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and your shoes fit like a glove.
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Yeah, here's to you, here's to me, some ol' mad dog mountain flyboy
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and the kid from Ten-nes-see.

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May you always stay in touch with the things that keep you young.
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and when you're staring at in-justice, may you never bite your tongue.
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May the bear tracks in your future find you downwind in a glade,
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where the grass as green as absinthe, comes in forty different shades.

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Ooh, here's to love, here's to life.  All the fair and tender ladies
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and the old fishmonger's wife.
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Yeah, here's to you, here's to me, some ol' mad dog mountain flyboy
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and the kid from Ten-nes-see.
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Yeah, set 'em up, drinks for free.   It's the mad dog mountain flyboy
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and the kid from Ten-nes-see.

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