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The New Adventures of Old Maui

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Greg Trafidlo
Greg Trafidlo, Neal Phillips

Lyrics

THE NEW ADVENTURES OF OLD MAUI by Greg Trafidlo and Neal Phillips


Well it’s a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, we songwriters undergo
And we don’t give a whit if the words don’t fit, when we’re drinking our rum and coke
‘Cause we’re homeward bound from the writing ground with a whale of a song, you’ll see
We found some lines that almost rhyme with “Rolling Down to Old Maui”
Rolling Down to Old Maui, me boys, Rolling Down to Old Maui
We found some lines that almost rhyme, with “Rolling Down to Old Maui”

A Paper boy, once lived with his toys, in a certain coastal land
He frolicked and frisked in the autumn mist, with his magic reptile friend
But the boy grew up and he moved away, and left them all at sea
His dragon Puff and that fancy stuff, in a land called Honah Lee
In a land called Honah Lee, me boys, in a land called Honah Lee
His dragon Puff and that fancy stuff, in a land called Honah Lee

Jed was not a dead-eye shot, when hunting squirrels and bear
He hit the soil, which spouted oil, now he’s a millionaire
Said adios, went to the coast with his backwoods family
Brought moonshine jugs and Flatt and Scruggs to the hills of Beverly
To the hills of Beverly me boys, to the hills of Beverly
Brought moonshine jugs and Flatt and Scruggs to the hills of Beverly


She sure was nice, picked up the rice in the church where weddings were
A sad old girl, when she left this world, no one remembered her
The sermon’s words nobody heard from Father McKen-zie
The lonely ones, where’d they all come from, like E-lea-nor Rig-by
Like El-ean-or Rig-by, me boys, like El-ean-or Rig-by
The lonely ones, where’d they all come from, like E-lea-nor Rig-by

Bound for New Orleans, wearing faded jeans, busted flat in Baton Rouge
A ride we bummed, some songs we hummed, freedom’s nothing left to lose
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord she slipped away from me
She sang the blues, loved drugs and booze, it was me and Bobby McGee
It was me and Bobby McGee, me boys, it was me and Bobby McGee
She sang the blues, loved drugs and booze, it was me and Bobby McGee
Na-na-nah-na-na-nah etc… Bobby McGee

A time or two, more than I could chew, I bit off and may I say
I had my doubts but I spit them out, and everything’s okay
Now the end is here, so I’ll say it clear, and no, not in a shy way
I took the blows, the record shows, more than this, I did it My Way
More than this, I did it My Way, me boys, more than this, I did it My Way
I took the blows, the record shows, more than this, I did it My Way

Our sailing’s done, our tale is sung, now we’re off to a tropical world
Where there’s someone who’s lots of fun for every boy and girl
So come along and sing a song and join the jamboree
With an M-I-C and a K-E-Y and an M-O-U-S-E
With an M-O-U-S-E, me boys, with an M-O-U-S-E,
With an M-I-C and a K-E-Y and an M-O-U-S-E !!!
Rolling Down to Old Maui, me boys, Rolling Down to Old Maui
With an M-I-C (see you soon…) and a K-E-Y (why? because we like you!)
And an M-O-U-S-E !!!

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