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His dad was a miner and his granddad was too
There was never much question about what he might do
By the age of thirteen he had laid down his pen
delivered

Behold the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered

Anger and hatred are their oars
Revenge their vessel
Be strong
Be patient

Making
got the Lincoln right here, belonged to Loretta Lynn
The coalminer's daughter used to drive it to town
It's yours for a song and five hundred down.'
is just one oar leaning against the wall
What of our plans for paddles in the Fall?
With the reeds grown high in a winding maze
We were to follow
Standing by a riverside 
A river so deep and so wide 
Current's too strong for only one man 
I know because I tried 

I got eight oars - 
four
As I walked by the lake one day by chance my Dorraine passed my way
Then she and I walked hand in hand on the banks of Ponchartrain
I pinned a flower
dust, the morning tribe
Crushed by a million suns
Here the heart of you lies

Over land and sea
I'll come fighting for you
Over land and sea
A dawn
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
can make 
On a lake in the park 

It's an ocean of devotion 
A floating dream for two . . . 

Oh, I keep hopin' that 
The oars will stray 
So we could
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Aboard a craft bereft of oar
I rowed upstream to find Lenore
Abducted by a bandit or
A king from some forgotten war

And mindful of his larval
"...from the darkness, risen our of blackness,
A flame once, burning like red blood
Was seen by those who waited for the battle,
To lead them
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide 
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied 
While little hands make vain
at the oars
   G#7              C#m
Or staring from the rail
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And the sea bids farewell
             G#m
She waves in swells
the harbour,
Silently ignite.
The oar dips in to oil like water and we,
Are away.

Your hand won't write, not tonight,
But your mind may wander.
Into
at the oars
   G#7              C#m
Or staring from the rail
        E -A         B7
And the sea bids farewell
             G#m
She waves in swells
little peaches by the score
But master Johny was a wis'un, you know,
His steady girl was Flo
And every Sunday afternoon
She'd jump in his boat
on your way 
Flyin' by goes a stork 
You decide to bring your oars in now 
But accidentally knock out the cork 

Row your boat to shore 
'Cause it is
bay
And my crew are the bravest ever handled an oar
And not by the tempest, they laugh at its roar

No ballroom can tempt me nor raise my despair
For
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
swallowed by the waves
Rocks and mountains break
Dead men on the path to Hell
And Yggdrasil quakes

From the east comes a ship
Loki holds the oar
slack and loose. throw the oars overboard, for they're no use. we'll let the tides take us where they choose. we'll just keep drifting, hoping the waves
oars
We still stake our claims at
Stern, Bow, Port or Starboard

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Just wait for others, holding offers
Make way for mothers, holding
Great peril awaits us beyond the Black River
Summoned by the beating of drums
Our number is few and our errand is dire
We do what must be done