Biscuit City
(C) I'd like to be in Biscuit City, with my (F) banjo in my (F#m7-5) hand
I don't (C/G) need no long va(Am7)cation in some (Em7) foreign land (G)
'Cause the (Am) sound of my own (F) breathing
Has been (C/E) turning to a (Am) sigh
I (F) wish that I could (C) make the time
To (G) be in Biscuit (F) City by and (C) by
Oh the water
is of emerald and the beach is white as snow
And everyone's
got money and no place to go
In a land
of milk and honey, it can really make you smile
And if
I had a ticket I would stay in Biscuit City for a while
All the
girls are in bikinis, all the boys are in the buff
With the
baby in between and that makes three of us
And the
streets are all so quiet and the walls are squeaky clean
I think
you ain't been nowhere 'til the town of Biscuit City you have seen
I'd rather
be in Biscuit City, with my banjo in my hand
Than take
a big vacation in some foreign land
'Cause
the sound of my own breathing has been turning to a sigh
If it were
not for misfortune I would be in Biscuit City by and by
If it were
not for misfortune I would stay in Biscuit City 'til I die
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