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Bottleneck Bob is riding fast
Wanted by the law for the freight train blast
The sheriff and his men is a big bad mob
And they're chasing poor old
would Bob do?

I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
Once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the line? [Repeat: x2]

Bob!
heard a noise 
And as he turned his head 
Well, the bullet killed him dead 
Fired by Bob Ford, one of the boys 

Poor Jesse had a wife 
She lived
Kickin ass, & bustin heads 
Red suspenders 
Once a day he shaves his head 
But will he ever walk the line?(x4) 

(skating/beetboping for a bit) 
Bob!
Kickin ass, & bustin heads 
Red suspenders 
Once a day he shaves his head 
But will he ever walk the line?(x4) 

(skating/beetboping for a bit) 
Bob!
head "Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'"
Ah just a bob ya head	

Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep
Once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the line? [Repeat: x2]

Bob!
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
Kickin ass, & bustin heads 
Red suspenders 
Once a day he shaves his head 
But will he ever walk the line?(x4) 

(skating/beetboping for a bit) 
Bob!
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon, 
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade, 
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
They sho' is blinded by the light!
(Crazy!)

Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
Bob
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old G-M-C
We had some moonshine whiskey
And some of Bob's homegrown 
We were so
your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob
your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob
squirrels 
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job,
squirrels 
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job,
squirrels 
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job,
like you to meet my friend Bob
(Huh?)

Say hi Bob
(Hi Bob)
Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause Bob sits at home
you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job, cause Bob sits at home
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whisky
And some of Bob's homegrown 

We were so