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Vicious Circle
by Jim Stewart © 1976
It seems like the
Captain don't want to go home,
It's his last trip down
the river,
There won't be no more.
Yet he waves at the
people
Whose faces that he
knows,
And thinks of those
places where he used to go.
Sail down the muddy
waters,
Sail down your memories,
There is no place like
the present
That I’d rather be.
Now a young man takes
his hand of sailing the ship
Down the mighty, muddy
waters
Of the great
Mississippi,
And he waves at the
people
Whose faces he doesn't
know,
And dreams of those
places where he soon will go.
Now the vicious circle
never ceases to end
For it's out with the
old
As the new comes in,
And we wave at the
people
Whose faces that we
know,
And we dream of the
places where we'd like to go.
Sail down the muddy
waters,
Sail down your memories,
There's no place like
the present
That I'd rather be.
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