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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
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
curtain
Girl it's time to get on the show
Sometimes love is a river of tears so pick up the oars and row
It's been far too long now
Since I've seen your
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
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
Of how we calmed the tides of war,
We are your overlords.

On we sweep,
With thrashing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.

So now you'd
of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

So now
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
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
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
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
beat beat

Look at the wild deer
Tumbling out from the wood to drink by the shore
I count twenty-seven or more
Sun rises up from out oars

Now
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
for the walk to the van
As luncheon awaits us while all the girls tan
And social engagements commence by the sand
Now our day is complete
We faced
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
Now I can almost see
Figures upon the shore
He's gathering in the oars
Where are you taking me
Of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords

On we sweep
With thrashing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

So now you'd better
without oars
Like a boat, without oars

It's all a facade [Repeat x3]
And nothing really matters now [Repeat x4]
He's stranded somewhere on the Mesa
drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, and sing and cry
Valhalla, I am coming!

On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be
by forcing your confession
Now let that be a lesson
Who do you think you're messin' with?
Somebody took our god away
for evidence
Now it is all gone

The theory seems all too easy
You see, the thesis is said to be dead and so are you

Name the contractor
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