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They saw a swallow building his nest; I guess they figured he knew best, So they built a town around him And they called it Mobile, (WHERE'S THAT?) Alabama. They took a swampland, heavy with stream, They added people with a dream, And that dream became a heaven By the name of Mobile. Pretty soon the town had grown 'Til they had a slide trombone, And a man who played piano, And a swallow who sang soprano. No use your wondrin' where you should go. It's on the Gulf of Mexico Where the southern belles are ringin' And the climate's ideal, It's a honeysuckle heaven By the name of Mobile. |
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