Toby Keith - Sailboat for Sale Lyrics

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Sailboat for Sale

Sailboat for Sale Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Sailboat for Sale By Toby Keith?
I'm floating in my boat
Not the one I used to fish in But the boat I sit in wishin' I was still floating on my fishing boat And I'm out here on this river Really it's just a creek This river when I drink So I'm drinking on my river boat I could sail to the ocean The wind would come and get me But I ain't goin' nowhere quickly I'm just a drunkin' sailor Waiting on a gale With a drink in my hand and a sailboat for sale Aye Aye An old pirate sold me on a We traded straight across The boat I thought I wanted For the boat I hate I lost She'll sing when that wind whistles When it doesn't, well she don't Just ask that old pirate That's floatin' on my river boat I could sail to the ocean If the wind would come and get me But I ain't goin' nowhere quickly I'm just a drunkin' sailor Waiting on a gale With a drink in my hand and a sailboat for sale Never make a handshake deal while sharing someone bottle Never buy a boat son that doesn't have a throttle Aye Aye I could sail to the ocean If the wind would come and get me But I ain't goin' nowhere quickly I'm just a drunkin' sailor Waiting on a gale With a drink in my hand and a sailboat for sale I got a sailboat for sale Aye Aye |
Who Wrote Sailboat for Sale By Toby Keith?
Bobby Pinson, Bobby Olen Pinson, Toby Keith
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What's The Duration Of The Sailboat for Sale By Toby Keith?The duration of Sailboat for Sale is 3:08 minutes and seconds. |
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