Don't you raise the sails anymore
It's for sure that I spent my whole life at sea
And I'm pushing age 73
And there's only one place that was meant for me
Oh, to be home again
Down in old Virginny
With my very best friend
They call him Ragtime Billy
We're going to sooth away the rest of our years
We're going to put away all of our tears
That big rocking chair won't go nowhere
Slow down, Willy Boy
Your hearts going to give right out on you
It's true and I believe I know what I should do
Turn the stern and point to shore
The seven seas won't carry us no more
Oh, to be home again
Down in old Virginny
With my very best friend
They call him Ragtime Billy
I can't wait to sniff that air
Dip and snuff, I won't have no care
That big rocking chair won't go nowhere
Hear the sound, Willy Boy
The Flying Dutchman's on the reef
It's my belief that we've used up all of our time
And the surf's too steep to climb
And the days that we made are worth the time
Oh, to be home again
Down in old Virginny
With my very best friend
They call him Ragtime Billy
Would have been nice just to see the folks
Missing once again to the stale jokes
That big rocking chair won't go nowhere
Oh, to be home again
Oh, to be home again
Oh, to be home again
Oh, to be home again
Hang around, Willy Boy Don't you raise the sails anymore It's for sure that I spent my whole life at sea And I'm pushing age 73 And there's only one place that was meant for me Oh, to be home again Down in old Virginny With my very best friend They call him Ragtime Billy We're going to sooth away the rest of our years We're going to put away all of our tears That big rocking chair won't go nowhere Slow down, Willy Boy Your hearts going to give right out on you It's true and I believe I know what I should do Turn the stern and point to shore The seven seas won't carry us no more Oh, to be home again Down in old Virginny With my very best friend They call him Ragtime Billy I can't wait to sniff that air Dip and snuff, I won't have no care That big rocking chair won't go nowhere Hear the sound, Willy Boy The Flying Dutchman's on the reef It's my belief that we've used up all of our time And the surf's too steep to climb And the days that we made are worth the time Oh, to be home again Down in old Virginny With my very best friend They call him Ragtime Billy Would have been nice just to see the folks Missing once again to the stale jokes That big rocking chair won't go nowhere Oh, to be home again Oh, to be home again Oh, to be home again Oh, to be home again Explain Request ×
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