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Well, I went down to the turkey feast
People eating like big wild geese
I'm on my way, I'm a-goin' back to Coney Isle
Talk about the people have a devil of a time
Eating up a chicken and a-drinkin' the wine
I'm on my way, I'm a-goin' back to Coney Isle
Some folks say that a preacher won't steal
I caught three in my cornfield
I'm on my way, I'm a-goin' back to Coney Isle
One had a bushel, one had a peck
One had a ocean near tidal out his neck
I'm on my way, I'm a-goin' back to Coney Isle
I'm a-goin' back to Coney Isle



Writer(s): David Keith Murray



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