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Dad, Dad, Dad. What’s wrong?” Alfred looked up at his son and into his eyes. He opened his mouth, but the only word he could produce was “I—” I— I have made mistakes— I am alone— I am wet— I want to die— I am sorry— I did my best— I love my children— I need your help— I want to die— “I can’t be here,” he said.

Places I&#39;ve lived since then had to have some kind of uniqueness and character about them. And logically Key West, and then Down Island. So, all of that stuff sort of had it&#39;s roots in New Orleans and went crazy.

Written By Jimmy Buffett

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