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“nobel prize” - the delicate esses
tonight i’ll fly to sweden
and darling i’ll be leaving you behind
but i’ll wish i was back home
when i land in stockholm
with a heavy heart and thoughts of you on my mind
scandinavia’s cold and dreary
curse my excellence in quantum theory
oh how i long to be back in tennessee
where your lips are ships i sail upon
eyes are stars to guide me home
for you, my love, i’ll cross the baltic sea
and when them other fellas
come calling at your door
i hope you’ll think of me if only just once more
should you grace them with your favor
i won’t think you unkind
i gave my heart to you, it’s yours to leave behind
