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Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King!"

It came upon a midnight clear that glorious song of old
From angels bending near
Oh little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see the lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets
riding on the midnight train
Not sure exactly why I came
I am fine with just me and my guitar
But sometimes I am wishing for a little more
Just
came a sound. Distant first, 
It grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams. There was no time.
And all of this was done in Jesus' name

All that day and all the next the battle it was raging
Though when darkness came I slipped away
But the crying
little daughter
Who was riding on that side
Rushed in to stop the stampede
It was there my partner died

Lenore upon her pony
Tried to turn the cattle
burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(oh, sweet black waves in
of a joke
But she pulled the best beer in town 

I swooped magnificent upon her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the Madonna painted
burned like a brand
As a black cascade of perfume
Came tumbling over his breast
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight
Oh, sweet waves in
face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black
In a neat little town they called Belfast 
Apprentice to trade I was bound, and many an hour  sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town. Till
Howard
Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave

It was Robert Ford, the dirty little coward
And I wonder how he feels
For he slept in Jesse's bed and he
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
the baby's made, how the lady's laid, 
Why the old dog howls in sadness. 

And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away 
On the bony shoulders
and stole aside;
It was the little barefoot boy who came with cup abrim
And walked up to the dying man, and gave the drink to him.

A roar of rage! They
cruised through...

Yes, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon when little Howard Kaplan was sitting on his porch ( "Toto... !") just playing (
that Alice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
Nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went
(dear lord) 

I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!) 

I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar! 

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