The mountain calls the fog does fall
Up the hill the oats the corn the call
Rocks gravel sand turns to dust
Does and bucks the lust
Out comes the gun the black crows the fun
Bang bang from tow hundred yards
The crows do scatter
Wat the hell crows don,t matter
Tuesday, 18 October 2016
Sunday, 14 August 2016
Oil Pipe Strife
Money in the ground
From east to west the oil is bound
The money the rich oil men don't bitch
The money the oil is found
How much barrel ask Bob or Cheryl
Black oil the Christmas carol
Black oil in the ground
More down the road is found
From east to west the oil is bound
The money the rich oil men don't bitch
The money the oil is found
How much barrel ask Bob or Cheryl
Black oil the Christmas carol
Black oil in the ground
More down the road is found
Dog Dirt Done
There comes a time the day must come
The dog gives up his sum
From where I ve been a life of sin
From far and wide Ive been
Trust me not I no longer belong
This my final song
The dog gives up his sum
From where I ve been a life of sin
From far and wide Ive been
Trust me not I no longer belong
This my final song
Fee Ma Fury
Where she lost her son
The fury the bikes the run
Flirting the skirt jesting the men for fun
Off with her coat she lost her son
Pa Pa said he really don't care
More cold meat for the bear
Between the two the name
Ma Ma Pa Pa the same
The fury the bikes the run
Flirting the skirt jesting the men for fun
Off with her coat she lost her son
Pa Pa said he really don't care
More cold meat for the bear
Between the two the name
Ma Ma Pa Pa the same
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